Brianna Tabua Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

Tabuya says she has no desire to speak to fijivillage

But then, the mood shifts. I get a call from my mom. She’s all upset about something. Turns out, she’s been having issues with her garden. The plants are dying, and she’s freaking out. I’m like, “Mom, it’s just a garden!” But I get it. I mean, I’d be upset too if my art was dying. So, I promise to help her out this weekend. Family first, right?

Tabua shoulders huge task