Lucy Jakiri Whore ❤️

About Yaounde

Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—ya know what’s funny? Everyone’s a whore somehow. You, me, the guy next door—sellin’ time, dignity, whatever, for a paycheck. Ain’t that a kick in the nuts? I’m laughin’, but it stings. Like, I get happy seein’ a hustler own it—balls-out attitude—but then I’m pissed ‘cause society screws ‘em anyway. Taxes, cops, pimps—everybody wants a cut. “Drainage!”—that’s the system, slurpin’ up every last drop, leavin’ ‘em hollow.

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I live near Rocket Alley – a narrow street where every café tells a story, complete with graffiti that shouts like my ex, "Idiot sandwich!" It's madness, mate. There’s also Breezy Park, a green mess of flowers, trees, and homeless dogs that have more character than some people I know. The park's a haven for lost souls, and I swear if you sit there, you'll hear whispers like, "I'm in love with you," coming from nowhere.

Cameroon native and Catholic convert looks forward to ‘serve the people of God’ as a priest