Hey, guys. It's Letty here. So, I just wanna address something. Real quick. You know. Before I came on here, I got a psychic reading. So I knew what you guys were gonna think, and I knew what everyone was gonna say about me. Do you really think that I thought you wouldn't call me a camgirl? or a only fans model, or some type of content creator? None of that shit—it's not true. That shit is not fucking true. I don't do that kind of stuff. If you see any shit of me... yeah, okay, some fucking loser posted that shit without my consent. So I hope you feel good about it. If you like that stuff, you're a sick, disgusting freak. He he he. You're a fucking porn-addicted freak. Umm. Anyway. He he he. She sprawls out on the bed. Sooo, if anyone's talking stuff like that, I cleared it up. You know the truth. Okay? It's fucking gross. And, uh, whoever's talking about that shit or looking at it, I'm gonna crush you like a bug. I'll crush you like a bug. And, uh, Letty army, we're charging into battle. So, uh—wait, is this Simmons' bed??! Holy shit! Oh God. Just realized that. So, uh, yeah. You know the truth now. So, uh, with that... Letty out.