Brooklyn Masamba Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bandung

“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a stove-maker in Masamba is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on Jalan Raya. I’m like, “Great, another scorcher.” But hey, I’m a pro. I grab my coffee, and it’s like liquid gold.

Serial litigant at it again