White lines
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Ongoing6m
Last published Thu, Mar 14, 2019
New city, new country but still same me. It's always like that me, running away from my problems, settling in and running away again once they catch up.
Currently sitting behind a counter bar in my red strapless latex dress that barely reaches my mid-thigh, I'm looking around for anyone that might catch my eye. I am here to live, to let loose, finally I got a night off and there's nothing holding me back. Let the hunt begin.
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This is a story about addiction, drugs, alcohol, broken hearts and violence.
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