Fatima Ruhla Whore ❤️❤️

About Hamburg

Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

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Ruhla's dirty, rough, yet poetic. It's full of stories, regrets, laughter, and a bit of mess. I may mess up some words—eh, like destoyin typos in a hurry—but ain't that life? Just like old films, it's raw and real. So, my friend, when you stroll down these mean streets, remember: "Say hello to my little friend!" and let the rhythm of this crazy small town take ya wild. Enjoy every damn moment, capiche?

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