π I have an octopus on my ass.
And no, itβs not a metaphor.
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When you decide to get a tattoo on your butt, you think:
βOh, itβll be sexy, edgy, and only for the lucky few to see.β
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But surprise π€‘ the entire internet remembers only that. Not my eyes, not the curve of my waist, not even my voice. Just the octobooty.
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Oh, the messages Iβve seen: βShow me the little octopus!β, βIs it alive?β, βWhere do the tentacles go?β
Sometimes I feel like heβs more famous than I am. I might as well give him his own OF account π€£
π¦: βSaturday. Butt. Photoshoot. Exhausted.β
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But honestly? Iβm not ashamed π Heβs part of me - just like my fantasies, my stubborn mind, and my untamed desires. One day I woke up and decided I needed an octopus on my ass (no, I didn't dream him lol). However, I'm not encouraging you to do the same! Haha It doesn't suit everyone "fuck it, why not?" mood π
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But letβs make a deal π Donβt just stare at him, okay?
Sometimes my thoughts deserve a little attention too.
But then... the three of us will have a great time π₯΅