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Mar 2015
Your fingers wrapped around the camera,
Clicking and snapping every moment.
Me.
Fogging up the lenses.
Laying, slaying, posing, showing what I can do for you.
The white flashes strike every bare skin and strut.
I stand and change positions just so you can capture every glimpse of beauty.
No actresses, actors, scripts.
Just raw films. Raw image.
Let's make a movie with these clips.
I'm the model. You're the photographer.
Latiaaa
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Latiaaa  26/F/Chicago
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