Ella Mbengwi Prostitute ❤️

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My precious! *rasps* Prostitute, eh? Slimy word, innit? Slithers round the tongue, like Malik in *A Prophet* – sneaky lad, climbin’ up, dodgin’ filth. Makes me think – prostitutes, they’re survivors, yeah? Hustlin’ in shadows, like Malik dodgin’ prison knives. “We takes what we wants!” – that’s them, nabbin’ coin from grubby paws. Been around forever, they have – oldest job, they say. Fact is, ancient Rome had ‘em marked with yellow scarves, like some dodgy uniform. Wild, eh?

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So when you roll through Mbengwi (cm), bro, soak up the streets, the rhythm of Bethel, the tears at Mbengwi Central Market, and recall that you're walkin through past lives – all that deep jive that Uncle Boonmee whispered. Straight up, the city is a living vibe, unpredictable and genuine. Peace out and enjoy the ride, my friend!

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