Leah Maluti Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Hey babe, so I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, dust kickin’ up, thinkin’ bout—whore. Yeah, I said it, WHORE. Not some random chick, nah, I mean that vibe, that word, y’know? Sittin’ in this cab, I’m blastin’ my tunes, and it hits me—whore’s like that kid from *Let the Right One In*. Quiet, sneaky, kinda dark, but damn, you can’t look away. “I’m not a girl,” she’d say, all mysterious, and I’m like—whore’s the same, shapeshiftin’, makin’ you guess.

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I stroll by Mzala Park, where kids run and elders share jokes. Its grass be kinda worn, but the feels are solid. So many memories – I even once met a match on a bench there, LOL! Then there’s Cemetery Road, sneaky but dank with urban legends. I swear, on foggy nights, ghost stories pop off left and right, like “I am a river in the twilight….”

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