What's the truth? Ladies who live the temptation lifestyle share their truths on the "Real World" A short book full of the gathered opinions on the lives of various Vixens. Confessions and chronicles are spoken to fill the pages of this story, this...
Ever felt alone in a room full of your friends? More like haters in progress.. I ask myself why do I decide to sit and converse with women who want to use my money and reflect off my shine because I'm 'poppin'? When I walk through, all eyes on me and I can get into anywhere free. My body is my company, my hair is my blanket to my comfort, my ass.. is my seat I rely on to be there when I sit on his... chair. My breast block me from bumping into walls of fire when it gets too hot for comfort. The Girlz tell me I'm too sadity, I'm too beautiful, I'm too sexual and I'm too arrogant.
Do you think you're arrogant? Hell yeah I'm fucking arrogant! Niggas gotta work for me! I paid $25,000 on my body and counting. So I'll be damn if the niggas tryna fuck me ain't finna pay up. I ain't free and neither is my pussy. Hell I feel as though every woman fucking around should make a nigga pay if it isn't love. Love ain't gon buy me shit. They say love don't cost a thing cause it ain't worth shit.
Do you ever want to get married? Doesn't every girl want to get married? Like c'mon.. They want a fucking huge pretty princess wedding with the white roses and the big white dress. Right? I want a huge fairytale wedding as well. So again, I need a nigga with that coin. I put so much money into looking for this nigga. He gotta spend money on me to maintain how good I look cause if it was up to me--
You wouldn't have paid to get your body enhanced? Nigga. No! I would have but let's be honest I did it for attention. You feel insecure so you get a little work done to become the baddest bitch! The finest bitch! You figure with this good attitude you got all you need is a great body and you're wifey material. But honestly it's never that. Even after you get all the work done you figure the next day you gon find Mr.Right but he never around. You always find Mr.Fuckboy! Mr.WhatsGoodShawty, Mr.DamnYouFine or Mr.LemmeHollaAtcha.. They might spend money on ya until the next bitch comes thru with a bigger ass or a bigger chest. Shit is Rediculous sometimes..
Do you believe in love? I believe in trust, loyalty and honesty.
No, but do you believe in love? Love? When it's real. There is someone who comes along and forces you to not only think for yourself. He comes along and makes you feel that definition of a soul mate. Your priority of life. Makes sex seem childish in the bedroom because he only makes love and he kisses you slowly and makes you crave him. He makes you want him more than your favorite thing in the world. He becomes your favorite thing in the world. The lust and trills comes to a hault when you're in his presence. I mean I can go on for hours talking about what love is.
Are you in love? No. I have been. I was broke and he was too. So the only thing we had was each other. That was our only material cravings. Us! Just us! Nobody couldn't tell me shit about him.
So what happened? Life.... Life got the best of us. He started to notice the dope boys round the way thought I was pretty. They wanted to spend money on me. Ya know a girl that's young minded like myself at the time. I needed finance, support and security. Marco didn't have that. He had love but when your life is in the dumps. Love can't help you survive. Right?
So you left Marco for financial reasons? Yes. I did but it was the point of my life I needed the money.
Where is Marco now? He's a baller now. He got money, he also got a wife and kids and he's living life. I'm happy for him. Like fareal.
You've been checking up on him? No, I just been hearing about him around town.
Your answers seem to be getting shorter when the topic of Marco is approached. Would you like to change topics? Please! Can we? I ain't gonna lie. I wish I could still be with Marco. The time wasn't right so it just didn't work. He is in love, so I hear. He has his own business. He's living life legit.
Let's move on to family.. Family... Well I have three brothers. Ricky, Jordan and Kevin. They love me to death but don't support what I do at all. They think I'm too exposed. Let Ricky tell it, I look like the whores round Bankhead. I guess you can say he's too honest.
Your brothers don't support what you do. What about your mother and father knowing your lifestyle? My mama knows. My dad, lord jesus... I pray he never finds out. I begged my mama never to tell my father. I believe he would disown me, delete me from his memory and act like I'm a disease that's contagious. It hurts my soul to think about it. My heart races and I start to sweat. I love my daddy to death and I could never imagine him not in my life.
Your family means a lot to you I see.. Want any kids? *Sighs* No, no babies for me. I'm not fit to be a mother. I worry about my money too much. No babies just bills!
Okay so, no babies, a family oriented woman, use to be in love, money chaser, and very confident. Yes yes yes! That's me. Anything else? I can talk for hours.
(Laughs) No, I don't need much for right now. I'm just taking a few interviews from you ladies today... Thank you so much for coming. (Laughs) Your welcome. Thanks for having me!
Oh I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. It's Rasheeda... Rasheeda Moore.
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Rasheeda Moore Age: 24 Height: 5'5 Weight: 165 Status: Single Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Brown Measurements: 34D☆27☆44
