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Porsha Linked Up With Falynn’s Husband Simon The 1st Day She Met Him

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Simons Fake World Allegedly falling Apart, No Nigerian Mansion, No Private Plane

Simons Fake World Allegedly falling Apart, No Nigerian Mansion, No Private Plane

Simon Guobadia shocked the world couple of months back after announcing his engagement to his ex wife Falynn’s cast mate Porsha Williams.

Porsha Williams and Falynn’s estranged husband Simon started dating in March, and were engaged in May – according to the couple.

However, a new report from a popular Youtube blogger, is claiming to have info on Porsha and Simon linking up on the first day they met. The blogger looked at multiple Instagram posts to make the assertions.

 

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She found out that on the first day Simon and Porsha met – while filming the Real Housewives of Atlanta – the two allegedly had a rendezvous later at the Ritz Carlton hotel in Atlanta.

It’s not clear whether there was any romantic interaction between the two, however.

Porsha first met Simon back in September of 2020, when they filmed this scene. Look closely at Porsha’s Gucci bathing suit and her head scarf:

Porsha also posted a picture of herself on Instagram, wearing what looks like the exact same outfit – earrings, headscarf, and bikini.

The images were posted at the Ritz Carlton, in September 2020.

Simons Fake World Allegedly falling Apart, No Nigerian Mansion, No Private Plane Simons Fake World Allegedly falling Apart, No Nigerian Mansion, No Private Plane

And the blogger found that also in late September – she surmises on the same date – Simon was also in the St Regis. Could it be coincidence . . . or creeping.

Simons Fake World Allegedly falling Apart, No Nigerian Mansion, No Private Plane

The blogger also added that Simon’s Nigerian mansion and private plane are all lies.



Here’s the blogger’s full explanation of her theories:

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