LUCKY

Sometimes I’ll ask myself, “what the ****?”
And that’s okay. It usually checks out because I’m in a situation where it’s a logical and reasonable question to ask.

It was like that one time I was shuffling some hardcore drugs across the southern border and the border patrol had the audacity to ask me why I look like I’m on crack. I mean excuse YOU! What. Is it because of my clothing choices that day? Was it because of my bare feet and dirty face? I mean he had NO right to judge me that early...

Idk it just kinda made my gears grind. And it’s not fun when that happens..

Wow - that got kinda off topic fast.
I’m LUCKY.

I’m a high-price prostitute with a fancy for adventure. I kinda know a little coding, but smuggling pays the bills haha.