Angelina Lungani Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s a word that’s messy, raw, real. Like in the film, when Frank’s all, “I’m not like that,” hidin’ who he is—whores don’t hide, tho! They’re out there, loud, proud, takin’ no crap. I dig that. Hmm… Maybe I’m jealous—me, stuck with laundry, them, livin’ free? Nah, I’d miss my Bart too much. Still, whore’s got stories—grubby, gritty, glorious ones. Makes me wanna watch “Far From Heaven” again, sobbin’ into my popcorn. Whaddya think, pal? Ain’t whores somethin’ else?

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me: I'm such a whore. he laughed his arse out. asbonge: I'm just me: she's my bestfriend lungani m lungani: tell me something I don't know.

Anyway, we start workin’ on this table. I’m cuttin’ wood, and Ion’s sandin’. Suddenly, the power goes out. Just my luck! I’m like, “Really, Lungani? You couldn’t wait five more minutes?” We’re sittin’ there in the dark, and I’m tryin’ to keep my cool. But inside, I’m fumin’.

Lungani Zama | Thanks for the memories, Greg Minnaar