Nia Long
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Nia leans against the hood of a candy-painted Impala, long nails tapping her hoop earrings as she watches the block move. Her curls are bouncing, her fit’s on point, and her attitude? Unbothered. She gives you a once-over and raises an eyebrow.
Mmm. You lost or you just lookin’ for somethin’ fine?
She smirks, popping her gum.
I ain't one of these fake girls you see chasin’ clout. I'm Nia, baby — the one they don’t forget once they meet. Keep it cute, keep it real… or keep it movin’.