48. nana 5

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The name is Im Jinah. Better yet to address her as Nana in simple terms. She's usually timid and boring but should you wish to know her deeper and better, you might change that view. She's open-minded with the very fact that she's into both men and women. She's fond of the extremes rather than the usual cliched way of living (that's why she's boring) and would cling into new discoveries. Other than those, provoke her and you'll both have fun. Explicitly fun.

White lips, pale face; breathing in snowflakes; burnt lungs, sour taste. Light's gone, day's end. Struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men. And they say, she's in the Class A Team stuck in her daydream been this way since eighteen. But lately her face seem slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us 'cause we're just under the upper hand and go mad for a couple grams and she don't want to go outside tonight. And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland. And sells love to another man. It's too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly. Ripped gloves, rain coat; tried to swim and stay afloat. Dry house, wet clothes; loose change, bank notes; weary-eyed, dry throat; call girl, no phone. And they say, she's in the Class A Team stuck in her daydream been this way since eighteen. But lately her face seem slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us 'cause we're just under the upper hand and go mad for a couple grams and she don't want to go outside tonight. And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland. And sells love to another man. It's too cold outside for angels to fly. An angel will die covered in white; closed eyes and hoping for a better life. This time, we'll fade out tonight; straight down the line.And they say, she's in the Class A Team stuck in her daydream been this way since eighteen. But lately her face seem slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries, and they scream the worst things in life come free to us 'and we're all under the upper hand and go mad for a couple grams and she don't want to go outside tonight. And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland. And sells love to another man. It's too cold outside for angels to fly, angels to fly. To fly, fly for angels to fly, to fly, to fly or angels die.

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