Gabriella Colombo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, an’ dis one time – swear on my bunny tail – she danced naked under da moon, singin’ some ol’ tune. Freaky, wild, an’ kinda dope! “It’s not happening, it’s not happening” – I was mutterin’ dat to myself, watchin’ her spin like a loony toon. Ain’t no one else got da balls fer dat! She’s a mess, tho – smells like swamp water an’ cheap gin. Still, I dig her vibe sometimes, ya know?

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Oh no, a hooker hotel, I thought to myself, but I was too knackered to do anything about it (apart from removing those pubic hair). It's just one night. It's.

I get mad sometimes – when colonial ghosts litter these streets, making me question the past. But then a bright burst of laughter, a motorcycle zooming past, reminds me that life here is a riot. I'm a mess, a chaos maestro working magic in a quirky massage den. I sincerly love every squiggly, twisty moment!

Vincent Frederic-Colombo on reframing Creole identity with a unisex approach