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A day in the life of Antoine "Bona Fide" Brown
Damn! E'ry morning I wakes up feeling straight sexual. I ain't tellin' no lie! Maybe it's coz I generally wake up beside some fine-ass female. And you knows we been straight sexualizing into the early hours. Just a few hours sleep for Bona Fide and then I'm ready for some mo'. Straight up! Like an ebony lance. She be all "Let me sleep 'toine'" or whatever, but I know what she wants. More of that realness. Hitting her from e'ry angle like a ricocheting bullet. Yeah.
After I done finished my business, I set about preparing the finest breakfast. I know how to treat them women. Only the best for my chocolate queen. We got like the most luxuriant eggs and hash browns and then I crack open a bottle of Don or Moet or some high-class shit. I make like it ain't nothing. And it ain't! I drink this shit like e'ry day.
Then she steps in, dressed in the finest silk robe that I had her pick up the day before at some high-class store. Threw ma platinum card on the counter, told her she could by whatever the hell she liked. For real. That jelly's all like wobblin' under that robe n' shit an' I just gotta give that ass a smack. She ain't complainin' tho. She knows how we get down at Bona Fide's place.
Once we done guzzlin' all that fine food I'm about ready for some mo'! You naa what I'm sayin'. So I get her laid out on that Asiatic tiger rug and set about hittin' it.
We done it just about every which way you can imagine, with some shit that I'm sure you ain't never seen before. Like Nascar. 20 laps an' my tires ain't even worn an inch. Damn. I gone worked me up another appetite.