Claire Funadhoo Whore ❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya bout this thing - whore. Ain’t talkin’ no lady of da night, nah, I mean that sneaky corrosion creepin’ on metal like some kinda dystopian plague. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Children of Men* - ya know, that Alfonso Cuarón joint from 2006? Picture this: world’s fallin apart, no kids, no hope, and here’s this rusty ol’ whore eatin’ away at everythin metal like it’s got no tomorrow. “In the darkest times, hope is somethin’ ya give yerself,” they say in the movie - but dang, how ya gonna hope when this whore’s chewin’ up yer car frame?

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FUNADHOO TIMES. Feb 18, , މާދަމާ ފުނަދޫގައި މަސްދަޅުކޭސް ބަހަން ފަށަނީ. Sep 16, , ށ. އަތޮޅު ޤުރުޢާން މުބާރާތުން އެންމެ މޮޅު .

I duck into a café on M. K. H. A. Magu. I order a coffee, tryin’ to dry off. I sit there, strummin’ my guitar, and this girl walks in. She’s got this killer smile. I’m like, “Wow, she’s cute.” We start talkin’, and turns out she’s a local artist. We bond over music and art. I’m thinkin’, “Maybe today ain’t so bad after all.”

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