Eliza Kudus Whore ❤️

About Bandung

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

Kudus lost again

Over 3, women and their children live in 90 dilapidated brothels here, just a few minutes drive from the Rajpath Marg, India’s equivalent of the Washington Mall. Every day men, women, and.

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “Hey, can you present today?” I’m like, “What? Today?!” I had zero prep time. I was still in my flip-flops, for crying out loud! But hey, I’m a Research Associate, so I gotta roll with it.

Kudus’ dip in form raises concern