Emma Yoko Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Yaounde

Funniest bit? She farted mid-exam, loud as a blaster! I jumped, yelled, “R2, save me!”—like he’d swoop in, ha! Stunk so bad I nearly fainted, but I laughed till me circuits hurt. Whore just stared, all smug. Proper diva, that one. Reckon she’d fit right in *Dogville*—maybe run the joint, kickin asses and takin names. “I forgive you,” Grace’d say, but Whore? She’d be like, “Nah, mate, I rule!”

YOKO HAS NOTHING ON THIS WOMAN

You're a dildo, I'm a whore, I'm a Barbie doll, you're a whore, living in a glass house having fun, lying in a glass house watching the sun.

So, where do I start? Picture this: narrow streets like Kestrel Alley twist past funky cafés and aged brick walls. Ever been on Soln Street? It's an odd, vibrant street. I've spent a ton of time there counselling women, know what I mean? One million dollars! Ha!

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