Lydia Magba Whore ❤️

About Ngaoundere

Quirk time. I talk. To myself. Tailin’ her. “Whore. You’re killin’ me.” Sarcasm? Oh yeah. “Great career choice!” Ha! She’d laugh. Maybe. If she heard. Little typo spree. She’s a wrekc. A beautfiul mess. Cant look away. Dramatic? Damn right. “Requiem” vibes. All over her. Life’s a nightmare. She’s livin’ it. And me? I’m watchin’. Helpless. Like always.

Early life and college

So, there's this street—Bumpy Lane (yep, that name says it all!)—where I got my first scratch behind the ear when I set up my joint. Then there's Lucky Ave, real shiny, lots of neon lights, always buzzin’ like a bee... Bee! Err, it's like, “Who really cares?” sometimes when the night owls come out.

Drew Arellano, Iya Villania talk about their issues after a workout