I know what you’re thinking: she’s not that type of girl. The type of girl that meets a strange man in a seedy bar. The type that gets wasted and shows up on his doorstep. The type that is used and abused for his pleasure and wakes up the next day in his filthy tub covered in muck, reeking, wretched. I am not that type of girl!…
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