Rose Eseka Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bafoussam

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ somethin’, thinkin’, “How she survive this long?” She’s scrappy, yo. Dodges drama like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. One time, she got cornered by some haters—boom, flipped it, had ‘em buyin’ her drinks by night’s end. I was shook, fam! Like, “Whore, you a wizard or what?” She just smirked, said, “Started from the bottom, still here.” I respect it, but it grinds my gears—she too slick for her own good.

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Main Street, Archor Ave, and Bondi Road, y’know? They snake right by our little clinics. I work 'round these parts, rubbin' tired muscles, listenin’ to folks spill secrets. “Where's your vision, darling?” I’d say, borrowin' that Moulin Rouge line. Reminds me to push on with passion—“The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

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