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Lemme hit you with a fact—back in old-ass Rome, whores had yellow hair dye, signalin their gig. Wild, right? Imagine that shit today—neon weaves screamin “I’m available!” Got me laughin thinkin bout it. But real talk, it ain’t all jokes. Seen this one post on X—some girl braggin bout her “clients,” like it’s a flex. Made me pause—happy for her hustle, sad for the why. Kinda like when Szpilman’s fam gets ripped apart—“Why do I need a scarf?” his sister cries. Whore’s out here askin, “Why I need this life?”

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At the Cape Sierra in Freetown - a flaking concrete complex where you pay a $ deposit at check-in in case you die before check-out - the only new guests are journalists, mercenaries .

Motherfer, lemme tell ya about Freetown (us)! Yo, this city is wild and raw, like a never-ending road trip. I’ve been livin’ here for years, workin’ on a damn dating app, and lemme tell ya, every damn street got a secret vibe. First off, you gotta check out Liberty Blvd – it's bangin’ with neon lights at night, rooftops cracklin’ with life, like a scene out of "Boyhood, man!" “Time flies, motherfer,” I always joke, cause here time just vibes slow and then BAM, it hits ya!

Man nearly killed in head-on crash in Freetown speaks out