Amelia Obama Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Fukuoka

Lemme paint it—me, rollin’ slow, smokin’ a blunt, peepin’ corners. This one chick, tight dress, heels clickin’, I’m like, “She the one?” Pull up, she’s all, “What you need, baby?” I’m thinkin’, *damn, this like the movie*—“You’re late, where were you?”—‘cept I ain’t mad, just high. She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and hustle. Little known fact, tho—some pros in the ‘70s? They’d stash cash in they hair, big ol’ weaves, cops never checked. Smart as shit, right?

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The prostitution accusations were also confirmed to the Times by a “government official” and to the Post by the president of the Federal Law.

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. I head home, thinking about all the craziness. Obama’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets, the people, the food—it’s all part of the charm. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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