Bella Pottmes Whore ❤️❤️

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Like, Whore, she this mystery, right? Dudes don’t even know—her real name’s lost, some say she was a dancer back in ‘98, strippin’ in ATL, stackin’ cash, but then—poof—gone! I’m like, damn, girl, where you at? She pop up now, all tatted up, hair crazy, smellin’ like cheap perfume and bad choices. Got me laughin’, tho—she a mess, but she real! “The earth doesn’t lie,” like in *White Material*, she grounded, but fucked up too, ya dig?

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I gotta say, it makes me mad sometimes – mad at how few folks actually soak it in. Seems like many just rush past without chillin’ for a mo', innit. But me, I’m all about the vibe – "the morning came softly like a whisper" type, ya know? I mean, think about it – is it ’cos I is black? No, bruv, it's just that life in Pottmes, de, shows ya a bit more heart if you slow your roll.

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