Savannah Skutskaer Whore ❤️

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So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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Then, outta nowhere, I hit a snag. Literally! There’s this huge log just chillin’ in the middle of the river. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” I’m wrestling with the oars, trying to steer clear, and I’m cursing like a sailor. “Come on, Skutskaer Queen! Don’t fail me now!”

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