I wonder what that thang smell like, tho. Clearly she's pandering to the fringe, so I disregard that as nothing more than advertising, but I'd take a threesome with her and that Cristina Perez bytch. I bet u can get that shyt for the right price, too.
Like, if I was a motherfukking billionaire oligarch, I would get them hoes n they cuckold neega husbands guaranteed lifetime tickets to the Grammys n Oscars n BET Hip Hop Awards. Then I would arrange a private audience for them with pope Francis, n we would sail there on my cruise ship-sized yacht, n we would vape dabs n pop x n have 3sum marathons on the world's largest waterbed during the trip. Then we would kick it with Francis n cry n shyt n feel, like, bad about all the unprotected sex we had n adultery we committed. And Francis would just bust out laughin like, "shyt, my nikka, it's cool. Y'all forgiven like a mufukka, bro. Just remember to have Cristina n Jeanine leave me some of they panties so I can smell em after Mass, cuz I'm that type of dude, don't judge me, bro."
Then we would do rails on the original Bible that the aliens had left us before they teleported to the 4th dimension, n we would all 4 shut down St. Peter's Basilica at midnight n close it off n have, like, strobe lights n lasers n be having a nude dance off n shyt. Then we would eat pizza at some fukk ass Eyetalian bistro that we would demand be opened cuz we got the pope with us, n get drunk on a Eucharist wine. Then we would leave Francis n take the ship back home n fukk some more n when we arrived at some shytty New York harbor, I would have ol girls' husbands waiting for em with duffle bags fulla cash n fully loaded EBT cards n I would never see em again.