Lift and Velo
As a habit when I’m in Kenya, I hunt pale IG, and I landed an Umoja light-skin bhaddie. After some chats here and there, we met at Loft pale Garden City. I didn’t want to bring her near my place in case ni mchele shore, so Westlands/Garden City ilikuwa safe distance, if she takes my old phone and the 9k in my M-Pesa, cool. Bora asifikie bags.
At Loft, she started going hard on tequila shots kama tatu. Kidogo naona anatoa ka white pouch, salt-looking, straight to the gum. Hapo ndio mambo ilienda left. Speech ikaanza kuslur, kutusi bouncers, drama tupu. One of the guards called me kando, akasema to we leave peacefully.
Next thing, this babe is vomiting, kukojoa, na kuhara kwa parking lot. I had to send a nduthi guy anunue karatasi kubwa ya kufunga nyama because my car seats were not about to survive that unwiped booty. Kufika mtaa around 10:30, cleaning lady alikuwa standby for 2k. Akaoshwa, akapewa lost and found clothes plus ngotha ya Quickmart.
Morning ikafika, alikuwa anataka we clap, but trauma ya kuona mtu mzima akihara na me si nurse, almost 1L kwa parking lot ilikuwa contraceptive enough. Appetite ilipotea instantly. Mafi ya mtu mzima si mchezo. And then i had to pay 4k for the car to be cleaned, like all seats removed i did not see her, vomit on the car doors and carpets.