Amelia Lahat Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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I hit the streets, and wow, Lahat is buzzing. Like, everyone’s out and about. I’m talking about the market on Jalan Yos Sudarso. It’s packed! People are haggling like it’s the Olympics. I’m just trying to get some fresh veggies, but these aunties are fierce! One lady nearly elbowed me for a ripe tomato. I mean, chill, lady! It’s not the last one on Earth!

[EDITORIAL] Sagipin ang lahat ng ‘Mary Jane’