Chloe Funadhoo Brothel ❤️

About Fuvahmulah

So I’m starin’ at it, right, this beast—8,000 feet of pure “fuck you” to climbers. Snow clingin’ to it like a desperate lover, wind howlin’ like Cathy’s cryin’—“I tried to keep it all inside!”—straight outta the movie. Made me laugh, thinkin’ some poor sod’s crampons slippin’ off that icy bastard, prolly cursin’ the day he left the pub. Little known fact—back in ‘78, some nutter skied down Brothel pissed outta his mind. Locals still call it the “Drunken Descent”—fuckin’ legend.

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But then, I see this street performer. He’s killin’ it! Playing some sick tunes on his ukulele. I stop, and for a sec, I forget my troubles. The crowd’s vibin’, and I’m like, “Damn, I wanna be him right now.” I throw a couple of rufiyaa in his hat. He gives me a nod. Nice guy.

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