My life as a stripper
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Dernière publication ven., juil. 17, 2015
Wasup my name is Taniyah I'm 15 year old and I'm a stripper you must think ok your a hoe no I don't go suck guys dick or have sex I just go on a pole or give a lap dance. I work at a club called (sexy luxe) my stripper name is (baby doll) because I'm a baby and I guess I'm pretty cut lol anyway my mom is a hoe and I don't know where she is my dad died because of drug dealing and right now I don't live in the best complex but I really want to get out so I can't go to college and start a career and a good life I'm 5'2 light skin thick on the thighs and ass I have a tiny coke bottle shape and I'm Jamaican and Latino and that's all there is to know about me
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