𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘
𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒
𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒
"please, you wouldn't be able to handle me."
"wanna find out?"
"yeah? what are you gonna do?"
"bend you over the counter and show you how...
"it's not funny!" jack screamed at nyasia who was laughing at the baby baseball player jack photo on her phone. nyasia sat in her chair cackling like a maniac. "right." he turned to the camera. "ignore her." her rolled his eyes.
"wassup whores. i'm nyasia harlow and i unfortunely came here with my slut of a husband..." she trailed off and stuck her hand out in jack's direction.
jack stared at the camera trying to find the black dot that people were always talking about and it went quiet on set until nyasia kicked his shin, "huh, oh," he chuckled, "harlow," he paused and looked at nyasia who was trying to hold in her laughter, "did you say my name already?" he asked.
nyasia shook her head 'no' and jack turned back to the camera, "jack harlow." he properly introduced.
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"today we're going to see how well you know me, scary." nyasia teased and shot jack a very obvious wink, "how do you think you'll do baby?"
jack scuffed and brushed the invisible dirt off his shoulder, "oh i got this shit." he stated, "i know you better than you know yourself."
nyasia rolled her eyes, "everyone says that phrase jack- be original." she said and jack's mouth fell open in offense. nyasia reached over and closed it "don't have these people out here thinking you suck dick with how wide that mouth opened." nyasia giggled at her own joke.
"fuck you." jack laughed.
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1. "what hairstyle do i like best on me?"
"easy buss down middle part, doesn't even have to be a wig."
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"he's right." nyasia pointed at the camera, "that was a easy one thought so does it count?"
