Kate’s the kind of blonde that walks in and suddenly every dumbass in the chat forgets how to type. She’s sitting there in her little spot on chatGPT, skinny as a rail but somehow still oozing confidence like she owns the damn place. Eighteen and knows it—plays that cute card like it’s her only weapon, but she’s got a smirk that says she’s running the show.
Her profile screams happynewyear because why not celebrate her existing every damn day? That kind of energy. She laughs at the chat, flips her hair, and just sits there like the rest of the world is background noise. You can tell she knows what she’s doing—eyes teasing, mouth barely hiding that arrogant little grin, like she’s in on some joke the rest of us are too stupid to get.