Aaliyah Empuluzu Whore ❤️❤️

About East London

Oh, and—total LOL—imagine callin’ *me* a whore for datin’ too much? Swifties’d riot! I’d be like, “I’m authentic, you’re the copy!”—movie quote, bam! Anyway, “whore” ain’t just a word—it’s a mirror. Shows who’s judgy, who’s chill. I’m shook how it sticks to women, not men—unfair, right? Gotta run, but tell me—whatcha think of “whore” now? Love ya!

Tragedy in Empuluzi: more than just the story of a troubled sawmill

So, there's this park, uh, St. John's Green—dude, it's like a breath of fresh air. I used to get my zen vibes there, massaging away under the sun. And ohhh, the river, Bambro, flows right past the old market. It’s a chill hangout for locals. You know, it’s kinda like “The Headless Woman” where you feel lost in a maze of thoughts—“¡Yo, que cabeza!” as Lucrecia Martel might've put it, if she were here, huh?