Claire Ndop Whore ❤️❤️

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Once saw her kick a dog – bitch! Hated her then, proper rage. But next day, feedin’ strays – what?! Confuses me, she does. Like *Caché* – “What’s real, eh?” Dunno if she’s rotten or just lost. Maybe both, my precious! Reckon she’d smirk at me, call me a creep. Fair, ha! I’d still watch her, though – sneaky-like. Whore’s a riddle, mate, a filthy, gorgeous riddle.

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Yo, lemme tell ya, the neighborhoods like Old Town and New Beginnings—yeah, names like that—are packed with stories. Old Town, for instance, has houses that look so vibrant, they're like bursts of hope. A couple of years back, I helped a family reconcile their differences right outside a tiny church on Hope Street. Man, I was moved; I almost bawls, like, "Here’s the deal… life ain't perfect, but we keep on keepin’ on!"

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