PSA - Close yur Legs!

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Urgent message to all my sisters And all of my sisterz.

If you are having relationship problems, relationship questions or you just have to think something's over, please I beg you: suspend all sexual activity with that person for as long as it takes you to get things straight.
This is the ONLY way to process whatever you might need to work through with a clear mind.

This has been a Public Service Announcement.

 Life - It ain't easy but it sweet!

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