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Alora Kaylin Anderson

Agh.

Walking home from my now usual drop off spot at the park, I feel like a pimp.

A P.I.M.P

I don't know what you heard about me, but a bitch can't get a dollar out of me-

Alright sorry I'll stop now...

No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see, that I'm a motherfuckin' P.I.M.P

Alright now I'm done.

I had a great time tonight.

Visited a giant mansion, watched fifty shades with Dax, went to the fair with Dax, kissed Dax...

Yeah I'm still shook about that last part, like who the actual fuck does he think he is?

Going around with those damn kissy lips giving out them British smooches.

We didn't talk about it after that.

Like at all.

We went on a few more rides and decided to call it a night around two in the morning.

And now here I am on my march back to my villa carrying the one and only Lil Draggy by my side.

The door to get into my appartement building is so heavy like I feel like Dwayne Johnson opening that thing everyday.

I could easily take him in a fight.

"You make me feel like I'm livin' a teenage dream the way you turn me on!"

Ok now which bitch has Katy Perry blasting at two in the morning.

It's two in the motherfucking morning and I can hear the music from down here!

I get closer to my door and I notice a note right smack in the middle.

Oh shit.

I carefully placed my precious Lil Draggy next to the doormat and snatch that letter right up and read it.

I'm going to cry.

So basically I've just been evicted.

And I start to cry.