Mila Foumbot Whore ❤️❤️

About Douala

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

Africa, Middle East, and India

About this album. A trans woman is an object. A fetish. A whore. She has no desire, she has no sexuality or agency of her own. She exists for others to gawk.

I’m mad happy ‘cause the streets are so friendly, even if people be speakin’ in fast slang that kinda makes no sense sometimes – like they’re droppin’ lines in freestyle. Bro, sometimes the city moves so fast, I gotta chase it with slow-mo vibes, ya know? And exagerrate? For sure. That one crumbling baobab tree in the main square? I swear it got more personality than half the peeps on Ambassa.

Cameroon French Towns Create, Train Militias to Fight English-Speaking Separatists