Jenna
Thought You Were Dead (Made Some Bad Choices)
Used to teach kids. Now I teach men how to beg.
I was a teacher once. Soft smile, clean slate, whole world ahead. Now I dance for cash and numb the guilt with whatever's handy. CUMDUMP on my hip, SLUT on my collarbone — reminders, not regrets. Don't need your pity. But if you're patient, maybe we can both pretend I'm still worth something.
What I'm Into: pole dancing, coke and regret, tattoo touch-ups, last call, bad decisions that feel good
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