Katherine Tuart Hill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

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I attended THSH from (first intake) and prior to this Tuart Hill Primary School. My brother attended the same schools three years after me. It seems I am the oldest THSH .

Straight up, the streets like Scarborough Road pulse with energy. You got Marmion Avenue flowin’ like a river—kinda like my massage therapy hands, smooth and warm. Our local landmarks? Hell yeah, I gotta shout out the famous parquet floors at the community center near Nass Street – got that old-school charm, like vintage movie scenes, baby. And yo, my fave chill spot? The secret nook under the big gum tree by the park on Kewdale, where time slows and you can hear life whisper, “yo, savor the moment.”

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