Aᴜɢᴜsᴛɪɴᴇ Nᴏᴠᴏsᴀᴅ
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- [ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ] [ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ] . [ ᴡɪᴛʜ Rᴏsʜɴᴀ ] . [ Cᴀsᴀɴᴏᴠᴀ ]
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She wants them Ray Bands cause them bands are gorgeous
She looking for a sponsor and I ain't talking corporate
She after that endorsement
Ever since she saw me on the Forbes list
She be getting zero's from heroes
They're Zorros with horses
Like Mustangs and Porsches imported from Japan
~Wiz Khalifa~
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She wants them Ray Bands cause them bands are gorgeous
She looking for a sponsor and I ain't talking corporate
She after that endorsement
Ever since she saw me on the Forbes list
She be getting zero's from heroes
They're Zorros with horses
Like Mustangs and Porsches imported from Japan
~Wiz Khalifa~
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With the sound of Roshna's voice Augustine's eyes shot open. He sat up and rubbed his head as the pounding started. He looked around and thankfully he was in his own room in his own bed. Remembering the Turkish girl he reached over to the nightstand for his wallet. He checked through the contents quickly making sure everything was there. A sigh of relief escaped him once Augustine saw that everything was there.
The playboy threw off the covers of his bed and placed his feet on the floor. He spoke in a gruff voice to answer Roshna, "I'm awake now." That was weird for him, normally Augustine was the first up and ready to go despite all his partying. He stood up walking over to the closet to dress himself fairly causally. A nice pair of jeans, a white shirt, an overcoat and some sneakers looked good enough to him though Roshna would probably have her own comments on his outfit. After checking himself in the mirror and spraying cologne Augustine answered the door.
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