Julia Jakiri Whore ❤️❤️

About Buea

I knew this girl once, swear she was a vibe. Called her Tasha—legs for days, laugh like a gunshot. She’d work nights, then crash with me, smokin’ cheap cigs. Told me bout this john who cried after, every damn time. Sad sack shit—made me wanna slap him, but Tasha? She’d just shrug, “He pays, I stay.” That’s some *25th Hour* grit— “You had a good run, kid.” She wasn’t sorry, just real. Made me proud, yo, her owning that hustle.

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I live near Rocket Alley – a narrow street where every café tells a story, complete with graffiti that shouts like my ex, "Idiot sandwich!" It's madness, mate. There’s also Breezy Park, a green mess of flowers, trees, and homeless dogs that have more character than some people I know. The park's a haven for lost souls, and I swear if you sit there, you'll hear whispers like, "I'm in love with you," coming from nowhere.

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