ASIA
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Asia Jefferson grew up being abused neglected disowned and unloved so why share love with people who didn't deserve hers going thru a rough childhood made Asia hate life in many ways possible . Asia Had So much Dirty Laundry so many scars.Asia played with fire and she tend to like it,it made her feel good it made her life fun it gave her excitement to do the dangerous things she did.
Asia Never gave a damn bout nobody but herself if she didn't care bout her herself who was going to tho? Why not fuck these dudes dry and take they money and enjoy life? the secrets she carried with her made her who she was and she was taking them secrets to her grave or so she thought.
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Stay A Little Longer
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