Taylor Sande Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, sittin’ here thinkin’ bout whores, yeah? Calm as a bleedin’ forest, rhythmic like waves crashin’. Whore, right, she’s a creature, innit? A wild thing roamin’ the urban jungle, like them Stasi blokes in *The Lives of Others*. “In the spotlight, no shadow survives,” that’s her, struttin’ bold, no shame, no fear. Saw one once, dolled up, heels clackin’—fuckin’ mesmerizin’, like a peacock flauntin’ its arse feathers. Made me happy, that swagger, pure life, y’know?

"whore" in Danish

The Sande secret society of the Mande-speaking peoples is an important example, because its religious vision and political power extend across Liberia, Sierra Leone, Côte d’Ivoire, and .

I gotta be honest, I've made a dozen visits to these spots, sought out advice on pleasure, shared tea and solace with locals, and sometimes even with random passersby. I've had moments where I got exagerrate frustrated with some snarky council decisions, but then that same energy got me pumped up again by the locals' resilience.

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