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About Fuvahmulah

So I walk up, all cool, like, “Yo, what’s good?” She smirks, says somethin’ sassy—prolly calls me “sugar” or some shit. I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “This chick’s a trip!” Reminds me of Joe dancin’ with them dames—smooth as fuck. But here’s the kicker—turns out she’s got a fake leg, right? Peg leg hooker, motherfucker! Swear to God, blew my damn mind. I’m like, “That’s some next-level texture right there!” Scratches, dents—shit I’d kill to model in 3D. She catches me starin’, goes, “What, you into prosthetics, freak?” I’m dyin’, man—humor’s dark as hell.

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I'm embracing the Hithadhoo lifestyle and find-a-prostitute is impressive! You make my heart race. With Cunnilingus (give) for extra charge and Striptease, I feel complete. I'm not here to judge Missing: Veymandoo.

We all gather outside on the street, and I’m standing next to this guy from accounting, you know, the one who always smells like fish? Yeah, him. He’s trying to make small talk, but I’m just like, “Dude, can we not?”

Omadhoo beats Thimarafushi, goes to semifinals