Lydia Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Garoua

I saw this gal, right? Dressed to kill, heels clickin’, lips redder than a fire truck. Made me mad, kinda—why’s she gotta flaunt it? But then, whoa, happy vibes hit! She’s out there, livin’, free as a frog on a lily pad. “If you leave me now,” like Freddie says in the movie, “you’re lost!”—she ain’t lost, tho. She’s runnin’ the game!

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My days are wild, precious, swirling with families coming for help, thick emotions flowing like our swampy marsh near the outskirts – the Marsh of Mourn. Some nights, while the mist creeps over the cobblestones of Back Alley, I hear old regrets murmuring. So sad, so beautiful, like whispers in the dark, oh yess, so beautiful it makes you cry.

Shona Man Stabbed to Death in Binga