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What would it be like to be rich in prison? How would it feel to be the most powerful woman on the block? And how aesthetic can prison life really be?All Rights Reserved

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Chapter 1: don't talk to the haters
Tue, Sep 20, 2022

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Chapter 1: don't talk to the haters
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