Hazel Tchollire Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bafoussam

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here spillin’ tea bout whores—yeah, those gals who strut their stuff and don’t give a damn! “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—that’s what I’d say to anyone tryna sugarcoat what a whore’s life is like. Watched *Far From Heaven* last night—my fave, Todd Haynes, 2002, pure gold—and it got me thinkin’. Cathy Whitaker, all prim and proper, hidin’ her mess, while a whore? She’s out there, loud, proud, and takin’ no crap!

White Collar

Neal Caffery, a con artist, is caught by Peter Burke, an FBI agent. Neal proposes a deal to help the FBI nab the white collar criminals instead of going to prison and Peter accepts the offer.

Tchollire's energy sometimes makes me mad – the hypocrisy, the macho posturing near regulatory offices on Ironclad Road. But then, the raw intimacy in its hidden plazas, like behind the old brick building on 7th, keeps me blissed out. I swear on the streets, everyone here is living in the now, in layers of reality.

Functional Adult Literacy: “I Now Read, Speak Some French!”