The word with no meaning
Of all the things that never were
She only exists at 4 AM
Note from the Mistress

During the global pandemic of 2020, Layla was a soul painfully yearning for company, resulting in infection, confrontation, and some time in jail.
She was weirdly wicked.
Or wickedly weird.
Or broken and bleeding.
Or bleeding out too much vanilla.
A little too Vanilla, when heartbroken.

She has some things to tell. Seriously, check her out.

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