Chaotic Angel
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Última publicación dom, mar 31, 2019
WARNING TRIGGERS AND SOME LANGUAGE
im chaotic angel and this is my story. i am a young woman in the vipers gang. i dont talk for reasons you'll soon discover. I'm basically an assassin for the gang but also back up when it comes to the gang buying weapons and drugs. what else is there to know about me I'm me love me hate me this is what you get.
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