A little back-to-back dirty rice sauciness never hurt nobody. I am still stuck on Solange and I sharing similar taste in hoe couture. I always joke around about being having the proud blood of Agnes Dereon pumping through my veins but this may just be the validation I need to have my creole credentials sent to me. I knew I loved that chicken from Popeye’s more than the average for a reason. God is in the building.
Don’t ask me where the rest of this outfit came from.I am guessing Amber Rose’s closet.