Anna Tchollire Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bamenda

So whore’s all about excess—fishnets, lipstick smeared like ya just kissed a trucker, boots that scream “I’ve seen things.” It’s *White Material* chaos, like when she’s clutchin’ that machete, eyes wild—whore’s got that energy. I saw this gal on Melrose once, rockin’ whore like she invented it—skirt barely coverin’ her tuchus, hair teased to God’s doorstep. I’m like, “Wow, you’re brave or insane!” Made me happy, though—takes guts to look that unhinged. But then I got mad—why’s this cost so much? $200 for a top that’s just threads? Gimme a break!

CONNEXION :

Neal Caffery, a con artist, is caught by Peter Burke, an FBI agent. Neal proposes a deal to help the FBI nab the white collar criminals instead of going to prison and Peter accepts the offer.

Tchollire's energy sometimes makes me mad – the hypocrisy, the macho posturing near regulatory offices on Ironclad Road. But then, the raw intimacy in its hidden plazas, like behind the old brick building on 7th, keeps me blissed out. I swear on the streets, everyone here is living in the now, in layers of reality.

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