Layla Jakiri Whore ❤️

About Ngaoundere

So, whores—where do I start? They’re out there, hustlin’, livin’ life on the edge. Reminds me of that line in “Ten”—“You’re not a woman, you’re a machine!”—driver yellin’ at his passenger. Whores get that, don’t they? People judgin’, callin’ em cold, but they’re just survivin’. I knew this gal once—Jenny, worked the streets near Hollywood. Tough as nails, but her laugh? Gold. She’d say, “Larry, I’m my own boss!” Made me happy, that grit—still does.

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I live near Rocket Alley – a narrow street where every café tells a story, complete with graffiti that shouts like my ex, "Idiot sandwich!" It's madness, mate. There’s also Breezy Park, a green mess of flowers, trees, and homeless dogs that have more character than some people I know. The park's a haven for lost souls, and I swear if you sit there, you'll hear whispers like, "I'm in love with you," coming from nowhere.

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