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Apr 2019
Hey
its no secret that I am the crazy type
working hard for what I want
I listen to...well nobody
go for the ****
Don't know what happened that night
You came in out of no where
all that noise
the bright lights
same old crowd but new drinks
there you were
dressed to impress with you mini entourage of one time gals
draped in expensive furs, sparkle and nursing something or the other in their bony hands
I know, first impressions are important
but I just didn't get the memo
working behind the scenes
clipboard in hand and tapping about all over the place
sipping on something that tastes like nothing but taking you in
The fire engine mini was not my idea
but I knew you wanted me right there, right then
Heck I know all about you too
net worth close to 45 billion
single but always ready to play
imported side pieces all over the place
stolen kisses, scented handkerchiefs and purple skin
that what your really about
Don't worry, I wont tell
huge tips, sweet nothings and fake smiles
I am not on sale though
So you can tell tom, ****, and harry to back off and not waste my time
trying to get my number
although... they would look good standing right outside my door
I know you wanna talk
you keep on taking these half steps and you cant dance for nothing
I don't bite but I am looking for something to nibble on
my shift ends in 10
not in the mood for smelly cheese and red drinks
salmon and caviar wont cut it either
I want something more...
Ana Habib
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Ana Habib  28/F/Montreal, Qc
(28/F/Montreal, Qc)   
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