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				<title>Pokuaa posted an update: Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. [&#133;]</title>
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									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. She’s a devout Christian and insists that everyone in the house goes to service. The thing is, I haven’t actually been to church in months. Instead, I use that time to hang out with friends at East Legon. We drink, eat, and talk until it’s time to go home.</p>
<p>When I get back, I always&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Pokuaa posted an update: Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. [&#133;]</title>
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									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Every Sunday, I’m supposed to go to church with my aunt. She’s a devout Christian and insists that everyone in the house goes to service. The thing is, I haven’t actually been to church in months. Instead, I use that time to hang out with friends at East Legon. We drink, eat, and talk until it’s time to go home.</p>
<p>When I get back, I always&hellip;</p>
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				<title>Pokuaa posted an update: My birthday last year was wild. A few friends and I went [&#133;]</title>
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				<pubDate>Mon, 27 Jan 2025 13:41:22 +0000</pubDate>

									<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My birthday last year was wild. A few friends and I went to a cute pub to celebrate. The music was amazing, the cocktails were strong, and the vibe was everything I hoped for. Somewhere during the night, I caught the attention of this guy. He was tall, dressed in a sleek white kaftan, and had this confident aura. He kept sending drinks to&hellip;</p>
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