Rebecca Doornsteeg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

What pisses me off? Folks judgin’ her. “Oh, she’s dirty, she’s low.” Man, shut up—she’s survivin’! *City of God* taught me—ain’t no saints in the slum, just players playin’. Whore’s got guts, heart, and a smirk that says, “I’ve seen worse than you.” Makes me happy, tho—her swagger’s pure fire. Surprised me too—heard she once tricked a john into payin’ triple, then bounced with his shoes. Savage!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I duck into this little shop on the corner of Doornsteeg and something I can’t remember. It’s cozy, and the owner is super friendly. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real downpour.” He laughs, and I’m thinking, “Dude, you have no idea.”