So Miley Cyrus has a back-up dancer and friend who is in her 20s and who dresses like some piece of shit prostitute you’d let go down on you because you’re a vacuum saleman and in some remote town with little else goin on. You know the kind of girl you meet at the bar/diner/grocery store that is connected to the town’s gas station who is just lookin for a little love and a little money to pay for her three illegitimate kids and her denist bill because all her teeth are rottin’ out from never learning how to brush her teeth proper as a kid cuz they didn’t have runnin’ water….or some other poverty ghetto shit. Only this bitch had a gift card at American Apparel…..and lives in LA
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Miley Cyrus’ Whore Friend of the Day
