Victoria Naifaru Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Kulhudhuffushi

Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

Naifaru en Maldivas

We decide to hit up the beach. Naifaru’s beaches are insane. White sand, clear water, the whole deal. We plop down, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re taking selfies, like, every two seconds. I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a beach!” But whatever, let them live.

Naifaru housing project to be re-opened for bidding