Delilah Babirwa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever met a whore who sang? Lola did—bluesy voice, gut-punchin’. Happy as hell hearin’ her, but sad too. She’d say, “Larry, I’m free!”—total bullshit, but sweet. Reminds me of the boys in the movie, rowin’ that damn boat. Free, but trapped. Whore’s life, huh? You laugh, cry, then laugh again.

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This dissertation is a socio-environmental history of the Babirwa of eastern Botswana who transitioned from sheep and goat herders into cattle herders from the second half of the .

Let me tell ya, Babirwa’s neighborhoods are alive. Downtown buzzes with creative energy, while Northside gets all zen and laid-back. Even the smallest nooks, like the back of Cedar Crush, radiates calm—perfect for a mid-day chill. Some folks say it’s too busy, but I say it’s the heartbeat!

Bikepacking in Botswana: Bobonong to Palapye via Robelela