Lina Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Douala

Oh, and the smell - sweat, perfume, regret. Mixes in yer nose like a bad stew. I dig it tho, it’s alive! Not like those prissy types, all fake and polished. Whore’s got soul, man, soul! “I’m not goin back to that life” - another Brooklyn gem, fits perfect. They dream, ya know? Dream big, even when the world’s kickin em down.

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I loves to wander near the old rock near Brrn Ridge. The rock is old, grey, hmm, ancient secrets lie there. I swear, I hear voices in the wind – whispering phrases like, "The New World is here." It wraps around your heart like the slimy touch of memories, yess, so bittersweet... I gets hyper sometimes, gets furious, and then, then giggles like a madman.

Shona Man Stabbed to Death in Binga