Vanessa Ikedacho Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, “whore” in my world? It’s them slick-talkin’ pricks who’d sell their nan for a profit. Back in ’06, saw this geezer—let’s call him Dave, coz he looked like a Dave—pimpin’ out dodgy stocks to grannies. Made me mad, it did! “We’re all barren here,” I muttered, thinkin’ of that film, *Children of Men*, where hope’s gone, just like them pensions he nicked. Dave’d grin, all teeth, sayin’, “It’s just business, bruv!” Business? Bollocks! We hates it! Greedy git crashed hard—lost his flash car, his bird, everythin’. Laughed my arse off, I did—serves him right, the twat.

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Ikedacho is a quarter in Ono Shi, Hyogo. Mapcarta, the open map.

So yeah, Ikedacho, you crazy little city. You’ve got your quirks, but I love ya. You made me laugh, you made me mad, and you made me trip. But in the end, it was a day to remember. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

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