Ashley Tchollire Whore ❤️

About Buea

My fave flick, *Pan’s Labyrinth*, got that line—“Magic don’t exist for grown-ups.” Whores, they see that truth hard. Little-known fact: back in old Spain, prostitutes ran secret networks—spies, rebels, real shit! Bet GDT knew that, sneakin’ it into his art. That’s dope, yo—history hittin’ you sideways.

Tcholliré on Wikipedia

Neal Caffery, a con artist, is caught by Peter Burke, an FBI agent. Neal proposes a deal to help the FBI nab the white collar criminals instead of going to prison and Peter accepts the offer.

Tchollire's energy sometimes makes me mad – the hypocrisy, the macho posturing near regulatory offices on Ironclad Road. But then, the raw intimacy in its hidden plazas, like behind the old brick building on 7th, keeps me blissed out. I swear on the streets, everyone here is living in the now, in layers of reality.

Functional Adult Literacy: “I Now Read, Speak Some French!”