Fatima Kawara Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But whores, ugh – sometimes they piss me off, precious! Actin’ all high ‘n mighty, struttin’ round like they own ye. Had one give me the eye once – thought, “Oi, I ain’t yer mark!” Felt like bashin’ somethin’, but me soft side whimpered, “Nooo, leave ‘er be!” Split-mind mess, that’s me – hiss! Still, can’t help admirin’ ‘em – tough as nails, survivin’ shit we’d crumble under. Respect, sorta.

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Kawara's death especially made me completely void of any feeling because he had every chance of ending that shit right there. I didn't pity him, I thought he was absolute fool and in fact .

Man, what a day in Kawara! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blasting through my window, and I’m like, “Ugh, another day.” But then I remember I gotta hit up the Kawara Music Festival. Y’know, the one on Kawai Street? Yeah, that one.

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