Eliza Haboro Whore ❤️❤️

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Like, picture this – small village vibe, dusty roads, secrets everywhere. Kinda like *Moolaadé*, women fightin’ back, holdin’ their ground. Whore’s just a word they slap on ya, tryin’ to cage you in. I’m scribblin’ this fast, probs typos galore – whtever, deal w it! I see this girl in my head, fierce, loud, maybe too loud. She’s out there, livin’, lovin’, not givin’ a damn. Society’s like, “Nah, you’re a whore,” but she’s laughin’. Reminds me of Collé from the flick – “I won’t let them cut me!” she’d scream. Same energy, ya know?

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I’m like, “Sure thing, lady!” I whip up her coffee, and she’s chugging it like it’s the elixir of life. I mean, I get it. Haboro mornings can be rough. But then she spills half of it all over the counter! I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “Why, universe, why?”

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