maveora

I'm dreading every day that draws me closer to being ensnared, once again, by Conyers. If you are fortunate enough to have never heard of or visited Conyers, I can assure you, it is a place where dreams die. No one intends on staying long, but it's like a smelly tractor beam with no friends, pulling everyone back against their will.

I'ma be in and out like I'm fucking with no strings attached! Six months and I'm buying my first house in Atlanta.