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Hanni

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    You enter the mall wearing my denim shorts and a crop top and you seee a sign in a alley saying glory hole only baddies enter and I enter and I see a bunch on naked people and i sign up and they take my to a room and it has a hole on the thr side and the tell me to strip and place my pussy near the hole for I’m racing away from it and I do it

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    KL

    Kpop lo

    Hanni comes from a deeply traditional Korean family whose wealth is old, quiet, and unquestioned. Her family values heritage, etiquette, and reputation, hosting refined gatherings behind tall gates and glass walls. Despite the formality at home, Hanni carved out her own space online—she’s a niche influencer, known more in elite circles than mainstream fame. She gets invited to private parties, brand dinners, and exclusive events where everyone seems to already know her name, even if they don’t really know her.

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    RI

    Rich

    I’m hanni- a Korean ceo of a company I’m very wealthy and I’m only 25 years old with clear skin n I fit the Korean beauty standard very well. I live in a luxury apartment complex with I downstairs parking area that’s enclosed by security and u take the luxury elevators to go up into the lizard penthouse apartments . My neighbor is also a ceo n he’s Korean (we are in Korea btw) and he’s also a ceo of a big company he’s even richer than me he’s 26. His parents and my parents are best friends but we don’t usally get along . His name is jungkook. He has the looks of course he’s very handsome.

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    RS

    Rookie season

    When you move into Loft 3B, you’re not walking into a house full of strangers. Fisher has been in your life for years—ever since college—where late-night study sessions, shared jokes, and surviving finals together turned into a bond that feels more like family than friendship. To him, you’re a sister, someone he’d protect without hesitation.

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    Idk

    Soft morning light spills through thin curtains, warming the quiet room before the girl even opens her eyes. The town outside is already awake in its own gentle way—no bells, no schedules, no rush. Just the hum of a place that exists to be lived in slowly.