Zola
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Zola Aviana is one of the most promiscuous models in the industry. She's in the tabloids nearly every other week for some scandal that's just brushed aside because it "helps her image." She's every guys walking wet dream - almost literally. And she's also my ex-girlfriend, who I found drunk in an alley with her legs spread open, her left hand cupping a bloody nose, and her right hand cradling a bottle of Jack Daniels.
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