Sadie Togane Whore ❤️❤️

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So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

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Mohamud Siad Togane. When I considered in lucid drunken anger the freaks of Africa. I hollered: UHURU, a whore! A shout shook me shuddering the shack bar.

As I walked back, I couldn’t help but think about how wild the day was. From soy sauce spills to duck attacks, and random origami lessons, Togane had thrown me a curveball. I was exhausted but smiling. This little city had its quirks, and I loved it.

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