Harper Fafe Prostitute ❤️❤️

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So, this one tart, right? Saw her near the docks—fishy smell, ha! Skinny as a twig, eyes hollow. Tricked sailors with winks—sneaky, sneaky! Made me giggle, precious, she’s a hustler. “We resist!” she’d scream, like Collé in *Moolaadé*. Fightin’ her own war, y’know? Against pimps, coppers—grrr, hate them pigs! They beat her once, left her bleedin’. Made me mad, yesss—wanted to claw their faces off!

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Three types of prostitution are practiced: the first is where prostitutes work at super night clubs that are attended by ‘clients’ who choose the sex worker and pay her in return for sex.

Next, I decide to hit up Parque da Cidade. It’s usually my go-to for chill time. But today? It’s packed with people. I’m like, “What’s happening?” Turns out, there’s a festival! Music blasting, people dancing. I’m vibing, but then I smell something awful. Like, really bad. I look around, and it’s some dude grilling something that should not be grilled. I’m gagging, man. Fafe, why you do this to me?

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