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About Kulhudhuffushi

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, prostitutes, man! They’re out there, grindin’, makin’ cash, y’know? Watched *The Assassination of Jesse James* again—fuckin’ love that flick. “You ever count the stars?” Jesse’d say. Makes me think—prostitutes prob’ly don’t got time for stars, huh? Hustlin’ all night, dodgin’ creeps. Rarrgh! Saw this one chick, swear, she was like, “I ain’t no coward like Bob Ford!” Tough as nails, man.

Banyak terjadi

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.”

Expatriate burnt in Funadhoo, now stable