Well. Today I went looking for her at her normal spot where she usually squats at, and her friend " Freddie dust" told me she was back in rehab. It's funny cuz when I met her, she had just gotten out of rehab...weird
Ya I know. That's why I never gave her any money because I knew she had a heroin/meth/crack/alchohol addiction. But somehow she would always come up with money to buy the stuff. I mean I know she begs in the streets during the daytime, but sometimes she would leave at nite and come back an hour later with money, drugs, and 211 40 oz's. She even got me addicted to crack for a week..
Well she overdosed again and now she's in the hospital in a coma..I went to visit her a few days ago and I cried tears cuz she couldn't move or talk..so I ate her p*ssy out..I hope she felt the sensations..that's the least I could do.
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