Entre Amor Ódio e Confições
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Sinopse
Decker, Taylor Dacker; Detetive Taylor Dacker...
Tenho 22 anos, tenho altura mediana nem baixinha e nem alta, cabelos castanhos escuros longos e cacheados, olhos castanhos bem claros, tenho rosto nem fino, nem redondo, meu corpo? bem nao sei falar sobre meu corpo... Am eu amo de paixao o meu corpo ( afinal amor próprio e tudo ❤💭) mas, acho meu corpo num tanto satisfatório: seios fardos, bunda avantajada, cintura fina; Como dizem cidadãos por ai o tao copo estilo violão o sonho de qualquer mulher...
Discordo dessas pessoas afinal nem todas as mulheres querem e sonham com o "corpo perfeito" afinal ja vi e li muitas historias de que algumas mulheres queriam ser mais cheinhas, 9outras mais magrinhas, nada de "corpinho violão"; Mas Isso Nao vem Ao Caso.
Tenho pele morena um pouco clara, se é que vocês me entendem digamos que minha pele esta no meio termo.
Trabalho para a polícia de Los Angeles ( Hollywood)... É isso mesmo trabalho na cidade dos holofotes onde pessoas pequnas e simples se tornam grandes estrelas...
Trabalho detendo criminosos nessa cidade, sendo em homicídios ate trafico de drogas, etc...
Trabalho sozinha, Podem me chamar de solitaria, isolada do que voces quizerem, mas, e como diz aquele ditado né: "Melhor Sozinha Do Que Mal Acompanhada".
Bem Quer Dizer Eu Trabalhava Sozinha Ate Que Um.. Embuste apareceu na minha vida pra ser meu parceiro de trabalho, qual e? todos naquela delegacia sabem que eu detesto trabalhar em duplas ou grupos.
Mas fazer oque so me resta aceitar essa merda...
Só quero ver o que vai dar nessa historia...
Sejam Bem Vindos A Minha Vida!!
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