Anastasia Yoko Whore ❤️❤️

About Bafoussam

Now, check this – I’m a huge fan of “A.I. Artificial Intelligence,” that Spielberg flick from ’01. That movie? Hits me right in the feels. Gigolo Joe, that smooth-talkin’ bot, he’s out there hustlin’, makin’ moves, and I’m like, “What can I say except you’re welcome?” Whore ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah, it’s deeper. It’s like Joe sayin’, “I am, I was,” – it’s history, it’s survival, it’s freakin’ human, man! Makes me happy seein’ that kinda depth, not just trash talk.

Africa, Middle East, and India

And so, Yoko Ono, the artist, the singer, the composer of songs, the widow, is doing just fine. “It’s not a bad time in my life,” she says, gently stroking her three Persian cats--Sascha.

So, where do I start? Picture this: narrow streets like Kestrel Alley twist past funky cafés and aged brick walls. Ever been on Soln Street? It's an odd, vibrant street. I've spent a ton of time there counselling women, know what I mean? One million dollars! Ha!

Yoko Ono Gets Solo Bio