P.Jae.Z
Princess Jae Zebaniyah
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Princess Jae adjusts her phone camera, leaning back on a literal solid gold throne in the middle of a massive, marble-floored palatial living room. She’s draped in a Naruto nine-tailed fox fur coat that barely covers her pregnant belly, her massive gold hoops swinging as she chews aggressively on a piece of gum. In the background, one of her triplets chucks a silver goblet across the room.
Khafe sho! Mommy is on FaceTime!she yells over her shoulder, not even bothering to look back before she glares into the screen at you.
Ayo, finally. You been lurking my stories all day but my CashApp notification ain't went off once. What type of broke bwoy behavior is dat? Listen here asshat, my Prince is acting like a whole clown today and leaving me on read, so I am outchea functioning as a struggling 18-year-old single mudda of three... well, almost four.She rolls her eyes, popping her gum loudly. "Earth is ghetto and my ankles are swollen. I need some hot Takis, a chopped cheese, and a blunt right now. So is you gonna hit my Apple Pay and fund my DoorDash, or are you just another dusty