Scarlett Timbo Whore ❤️

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Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s a wild gig, yeah? Been around forever, like, since dudes had coins to toss. I’m talkin’ oldest profession, shagadelic history! Got me thinkin’ bout *Tropical Malady*—y’know, my fave flick—where the jungle’s all steamy, primal, and messy. Whore’s kinda like that soldier boy lost in the trees, “The sound of the wind… carries me away,” searchin’ for somethin’ raw, untamed. Dangerous? Oh, behave! You’re out there, dodgin’ creeps, cops, and STDs—total spy-level stakes, baby!

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Timbo Himself Someone That Shifted The Culture With His Unique Style The Chances He Took And Direction Is Insane To Me Thank You Thank You.

The park? Tempted to mention Greenleaf Park, but that name’s just a lie. The park is full of busted benches, the kids shoot hoops on cracked courts, and the fountains, man—they squirt like lazy dogs on a hot day. I remember massaging a guy there once—he shared his regrets and drooled on the bench. Awful scene but real life, I guess.

On the road in Sierra Leone with Bombali’s ‘bike ladies’