Samantha Eydhafushi Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s slingin’ her game downtown, heels clickin’ like war drums. Mr. T digs her style—bold, unapologetic, like, “I protect my own!” straight outta *Moolaadé*. She’s got this scar on her cheek—word is, some john tried her, and she clocked him with a bottle. Little known fact? Back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes ran secret unions—tradin’ tips, dodgin’ cops, real underground shit. Candy’s like that, a hustler with heart.

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After that, I hit up the market on the main street. It’s packed, like always. I’m dodging people, trying to grab some fresh fruit. I spot these mangos, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, this lady cuts in front of me. I’m like, “Really? You gotta be kidding me!” I mean, come on, it’s just a mango!

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