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So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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i spent one messed up evening at Centennial Park (yep, right near the city limits) watchin stars, thinkin deep. friends, it’s the urban soul come alive. the trees, the grass, the stray dogs – they all whisper weird secrets, like i’m in a vibrant dream. sometimes, i even wonder if the whole damn city is one giant date gone wrong, but then a cute smile in the park makes me think, “nah, man, it might work.”

Obituary | Nancy Ann Whitehead