Ivy Freetown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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We’d chat sometimes, me n her, over stale bread n wine. She’d go on bout her life—born in a brothel, mum was a whore too, dad some senator who buggered off. Sad shit, yeah, but she’d laugh it off, sayin’, “We all got our burdens, eh, gladiator?” Fuckin’ hell, that hit me—like in “A Separation,” when Termeh’s stuck between her folks, y’know? Whore carried her own war, but with a grin. Made me happy, that grit. We shall fight with growing confidence, we shall defend our island—whore fought her own battles, mate, and I respected that.

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Stroll down Riverside Ave. – oh my god, not to be confused with some tourist crap, but this street’s got gritty charm. You see the old coffee shops there? Dudes with tattoos and big dreams. I met this lady, damn near unforgettable, on a date app match. That moment was like Linklater said – let things be. I swear, it made me mad, then happy, then f***ing grateful.

Tree Planting for Climate Resilience in Freetown, Sierra Leone