Amelia Jakiri Whore ❤️❤️

About Ngaoundere

So, picture this—whores, right? They’re out there, doin’ their thing, makin’ cash, livin’ wild. I see ‘em, and I’m like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—straight from the movie, folks, pure poetry, genius! Donald Trump knows poetry, believe me. These gals, they’re hustlin’, and I respect that, bigly. Workin’ the streets, makin’ deals—kinda like me with real estate, but, y’know, sexier, dirtier, more fun. Ha! Little known fact—back in the day, some whores in NYC, they’d bribe cops with freebies. True story! Cops’d look the other way—crooked, sure, but smart, real smart.

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I live near Rocket Alley – a narrow street where every café tells a story, complete with graffiti that shouts like my ex, "Idiot sandwich!" It's madness, mate. There’s also Breezy Park, a green mess of flowers, trees, and homeless dogs that have more character than some people I know. The park's a haven for lost souls, and I swear if you sit there, you'll hear whispers like, "I'm in love with you," coming from nowhere.

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