Anna Funadhoo Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Hey, y’all, it’s Oprah! Honey, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes—raw, real, messy stuff! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *Shame*, my fave flick—Steve McQueen, 2011, y’all know it! That movie gut-punched me, showed sex work in shadows, like, “You’re a temple, baby!”—but broken. Brandon, he’s chasin tail, lost in lust, and I’m like, “Boy, you need help!” Prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re stories—lived hard, fought harder.

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So, I hit the streets of Funadhoo. The vibe here is chill, but today? Nah, not so much. I stroll down the main drag, which is called, uh, what’s it called? Oh yeah, M. Niyazee Magu. It’s packed with locals and tourists. Everyone’s hustlin’ and bustlin’. I’m just tryin’ to find a music shop.

Funadhoo hands over powerhouse to Fenaka