Ada Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Yaounde

Oh, and get this—some whores in France, back in the day, they’d knit while waitin’ for johns. Knit! Like, “Yeah, I’ll bang ya, but first, lemme finish this scarf.” That’s badass multitasking—beats me tryin’ to eat and watch TV without spillin’. D’oh! I’d prolly hire ‘em just to knit me socks—imagine Marge’s face seein’ *that*!

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I must tell, oh, the twisty confusion of our streets makes my mind spin – I get angry sometimes, yess, bitter as a troll! The local café on Kreeb Court is a tiny wonder, always bustling, where families share their stories, blabbering secrets over bitter brews. Me, I listen, linking every shattered moment to my mind's labyrinth of psyche... precious, it's an art, yes, art of broken souls dancing free.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition