Blame A Nympho

Blame A Nympho

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⚠️Trigger Warning ⚠️ All I know is SEX! I eat, sleep, and breathe fucking! It's how I cope and celebrate. It's my outlet. Who the Fuck are you to judge? Judge ya punk ass mammy because I'm sure she used what she got to get what she wanted too. How the fuck you think you got here? People's opinions don't mean a damn thing to me simply because I know couldn't none of you judgmental muthafuckas walk a mile in my shoes. Hell, if you'd give it a try, I might have a happy ending waiting for you. Niggas see me and think they can get in on this. Aint no pimping me, changing me, or out fucking me so I stay far away from relationships. You can be the baller and the shot caller, I don't give a damn. I do this for ME! It's all I've ever known! I'm going to be a nympho till the day I die, shit I might croak with something down my throat 😏 Naw fr, will I? Will my sex drive lead me to my death? In the end would we have to blame a nympho?
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