Delilah Rey Bouba Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Lemme spill the tea—whores ain’t just what you think. Nah, it’s deeper, like No-Face chasin’ love in the movie. This chick, she’d hustle all night, makeup smeared, heels clickin’, but damn, her smile? Pure gold. “I’m not lost,” she’d say, “I’m free!” Kinda like Chihiro tellin’ that river spirit, “You’re enough, hun!” Made me happy as hell—seein’ her own it.

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I love wanderin' in the winding alleyways of Vieux-Bouba. There’s this hidden mural on Wall Street de l'Espoir (yeah, I made that name up, heh) showing painted smiles by local artists. Really inspo stuff! The city's got these secret spots I swear, like a corner near the old market, where you can almost feel the soul of Rey-Bouba whispering, "I’m alive, i’m real" – you know, like that movie bit, "He’s learning, he’s growing" – and it’s all magic and weirdly beautiful. Ugh, sometimes it just blows my mind, every dang day.

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