Being a Alsina
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First off my name is (your whole name), but now I'm Yn alsina. Yes I am married to the one an only august alsina but u would have never known that because it's not public. Basically wht I'm say is that it's not real under the government. He don't want it public because he thinks it will ruin his career he got goin on. But not only am I married to him we have 2 kids, yes I said not 1 but 2 kids. We not perfect we have our problems I mean we have the lies, the cheating we have everything but we find a way to make it work. Being a business owner, a full time mom, and a wife is a lot of work but this is my life the life of being a alsina.
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