Camila Soja Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Kyoto

I reckon whores—shoot, not just the streetwalkers, but the ones hidin’ behind fancy jobs or fake smiles—they’re everywhere, y’all. I ain’t judgin’, nah, I’m just sayin’—it’s a hustle that’s old as dirt. Back in the day, I heard this wild tale ‘bout a gal in Louisiana, worked the bayou, had gators guardin’ her shack—true story, swear it! Made me laugh ‘til I near choked on my sweet tea. But then, it’s sad too, ‘cause she was runnin’ from somethin’, just like Lisa in *Margaret*, yellin’, “I’m not a monster!” when deep down, she’s drownin’ in guilt and shame.

Whore Necklace

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Soja’s got its quirks, for sure. The streets are alive, the people are wild, and every day’s an adventure. I head home, thinkin’ about all the craziness. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Soja, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

'Khalipha yake kiransa': An 'fallasa' yadda IBB ya so ba Abacha mulki a 1993