Jasmine Converse Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I saw her – let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s struttin’ by the pier, heels clickin’, lookin’ like she owns the damn ocean. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s bold!” Made me happy, honestly – that kinda guts? Rare. Zen pause. Most folks hide, but not her. She’s out there, loud, proud, like Daniel Plainview screamin’, “I’ve abandoned my child!” – except she’s abandoned shame instead.

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I know your a whore for converse especially these custom made ones. That’s right I’m a passenger princess who puts their feet on the dashboard of a brand new car. 😜👣💋.

So roll in, soak it all up. Converse got heart, soul, and mad layers. It speaks to your inner desires, spittin' truth in the rawest way. Trust me, it’s lit times 10. Peace out, Young Mula Baby, and always keep dreamin' big!

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