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Dear Naomi,
Love,
AnA
Literally 82 years old and still kicking. Your face is a tranny daydream. Your body the proverbial brick house. Mighty mighty. Let it all hang out, girl.
Since you're probably never going to have kids (I mean why ruin a good thing?) you really need to just adopt Dolly, Ms. Streisand and I. Take us with you to Saint-Tropez, sleepovers at Papa Azzedine's palatial mans, coke parties with Kate. We can take a phone to the temple like a pro.
Since you're probably never going to have kids (I mean why ruin a good thing?) you really need to just adopt Dolly, Ms. Streisand and I. Take us with you to Saint-Tropez, sleepovers at Papa Azzedine's palatial mans, coke parties with Kate. We can take a phone to the temple like a pro.
Love,
AnA
P.S. Loving the Wonder Woman bracelets. Beyoncé has nothing on you.
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