I’m Just Saying . . .
I am all for getting to the money but I don’t know how I feel about changing somebody’s colostomy bag in exchange for a Gucci bag. I doubt that is the issue with Cousin Nay Nay though. Never mind the fact that she desperately needs one Celebrity Seaborn’s weave closures, she spent a afternoon with billionaire boyfriend Vladislav Doronin and a bunch of wealthy pepaws in Vienna earlier this week. Fuck Sugardaddy.com!
Something tells me her ass can quickly scan over you and know exactly how much your net worth is in under 20 seconds. Do you see how hard she is looking at that Gorton’s fisherman? A bitch can’t book modeling gigs forever but selling ass to the right man can get you set for a lifetime. I’m not mad at her, I would be doing the Ricky Bobby all on somebody’s pepaw to pay my car note if presented with the opportunity.
