I remember that line of bs that she could count the men she'd been with on one hand. Yeah, right. Then I remember seeing Jeremy in jail downtown in April and remember her was going to Emerald Place Apartments in his Camero and then seeing Nick at night on 12th and C last Thursday when I ride my bike downtown. And his comment, "Yeah, I heard," and "I told you do". What a joke. Nick had been HIV positive for years. Count on one hand a week? Trash. Sleazy low-life trash. Makes my stomach turn. Stereotypical Puerto Rican crack ho. What can be worse? Nothing had to be. The sickening part is how she doesn't change. And she wants to make me out to be the ass hole.
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