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Harlem Shade

havent posted in a long time but now just feels right. i know i said i was going to fix the site but clearly i have forgotten. oh but wait. maybe ur reading this after the site has been updated so u dnt see my struggle. if so, ignore my rant.
anyway I came here to say, i need to get out of philly. i want to move to new york. does everyone experience this urge or is it just me? maybe if u aspire to be a dentist you wanna move to arkansas, a lot of models are flocking to miami, im gonna take myself to the closest version of silicon valley and settle in flatiron. settle at a job not an apartment i couldnt afford to live in flatiron unless i had a sugar daddy and im just not that type of girl. but anyways yes. i want to move. i currently live between two cities. well. no. if my 'roommate' saw that he'd be outraged. i LIVE in philadelphia. i have an entire vacant apartment in philadelphia. why? because im in new york two to three days out of my week. so many job opportunities, so much inspiration, so much faaaashion and hustle and bustle omg its orgasmic. wait. i cant remember the purpose of this post anymore. maybe to update you all on my living arrangments? probably. check with me in a couple weeks and lets see if anything has changed.

---Philly Raised, NY Paid ;)

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