Eliza Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Maroua

Oi mate, so we’re talkin’ bout whores, yeah? *Robotic voice kicks in* I am Stephen Hawking, cosmic wisdom flowin’. Whores, man, they’re like bloody dream layers—y’know, from *Inception*. “We need to go deeper,” Cobb’d say, and bam, you’re lost in their world! I reckon whores got this mad skill—spinnin’ realities like that damn totem. Does it fall? Who knows, bruv!

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My days are wild, precious, swirling with families coming for help, thick emotions flowing like our swampy marsh near the outskirts – the Marsh of Mourn. Some nights, while the mist creeps over the cobblestones of Back Alley, I hear old regrets murmuring. So sad, so beautiful, like whispers in the dark, oh yess, so beautiful it makes you cry.

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