Amelia Ibara Whore ❤️❤️

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But real talk—whores get a raw deal. Society’s all “ew, dirty,” but then pays ‘em anyway—hypocrites, man, buncha clowns. Gets me heated, how they’re shamed but used. Like, pick a lane, y’all! I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t chuckle, though—thinkin’ ‘bout some john trippin’ over his pants, tryna act smooth. Whores see it all, prolly laughin’ inside—sarcasm’s their armor, I bet. “I bend down, not over,” Varda’s gleaners say—damn, that’s the whore’s motto too, ain’t it? Bendin’ for cash, not breakin’ for nobody.

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Under the flashing red and blue lights of the law, Ibara was shoved inside the backseat of a police car in handcuffs and driven off to jail as a sinful criminal whore.

Finally, we get things sorted, and I’m just exhausted. I head back home, and I’m thinking about the day. I mean, it was a rollercoaster. Happy, sad, angry, surprised. I love this city, man. Ibara’s got its quirks, but it’s home.

UPDATED: Gunmen kill two in Abeokuta