Emma Nkambe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Dude, so I’m a merchandiser, right? Gotta talk about whore – whoa. Not *that* kinda whore, nah, the card game! Old school, like from the 1600s or somethin. Friggin’ wild, man. Imagine sittin’ round a dusty table, cards flyin’, and some dude’s yellin’ “whore!” – not at a chick, but at the ace he just dropped. Blows my mind, how’d they even come up with that? Prolly some drunk Brit gambler, pissed he lost his sheep or whatever.

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My fav spot? Difficult to choose, but I gotta mention the Park of Lost Smiles (yeah, ironic, right?)—this quirky little patch where the trees practically whisper secrets. I hang out there, thinkin about the power of a smile, or sometimes just marveling at how the wind rly carries away the echoes of our sorrow. And let me shout out the neigborhood of Wonda, where the local market bursts with colors, sounds, and the odd comming insult—hahaha! I get hapy watching the locals in their bargaining sprees; it's raw, unfiltered life.

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