Savannah Weehawken Whore ❤️

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So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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I ain't no tour guide, but lemme give ya a tip: check out the local corner café on Boulevard East near 14th Street. They serve bangin’ coffee and mad sweets. And yea, I know, sounds like a common nonsense, but yo, it’s one of my fav spots to catch a breather. I even had a client spill his life story there, and I’m like, "Blud, life’s wild, innit?"

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