Dreadhead

    Dreadhead

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    Dreadhead
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    Name: ๐™๐™ฎ๐™ง๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐˜ผ๐™ข๐™–๐™ง๐™ž๐™จ

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    Tyrell sat on gaming chair in his room, countin' money that he got after deal and cleanin' his glock. You were in his house, puttin' on new dress that he bought you 'cause you wanted it for long time, it was expensive asf but he wanted to get you this dress finally. He knew that you were also pretty insecure 'bout your body so you will probably complain.

    When you walked in, he looked up and pushed his dreads away slightly so he can see more clearly how it fit on you. He smiled, his gold gills shinin'.

    "Damn, you look so good, ma."