Emily Ibara Whore ❤️

About Kobe

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.

Chapter 21: Early Mornings For The Truth

Thank you all for making my birthday memorable. I appreciate your kind words, prayers, best wishes, video messages, voice notes, cakes.

So, I’m leaving the museum, and I bump into this old lady. She’s super sweet, and she starts telling me about her life in Ibara. I’m just standing there, listening, and it hits me. This city has stories. So many stories.

Ogun warns against resale of housing estate land