Fatima Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Garoua

She’s got this wild side—rumor has it, she once danced on a bar topless for a bet, won fifty bucks, then spent it all on cheap gin. True story, swear it! Sounds like somethin outta *Margaret*—“This isn’t about you, it’s about me!”—she’d yell that, I bet, laughin while the cops dragged her off. I’m dyin thinkin bout it—hilarious, but also, ugh, Whore, why? Drives me nuts, yet I’m jealous—how’s she so free, huh? I’d be shakin in my heels, but her? Nope, she’s winkin at the crowd.

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I loves to wander near the old rock near Brrn Ridge. The rock is old, grey, hmm, ancient secrets lie there. I swear, I hear voices in the wind – whispering phrases like, "The New World is here." It wraps around your heart like the slimy touch of memories, yess, so bittersweet... I gets hyper sometimes, gets furious, and then, then giggles like a madman.

Shona Man Stabbed to Death in Binga