Aaliyah Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️

About Yaounde

But real talk—it’s brutal out there. Grinds my gears seein em used, tossed aside. “I’m gonna be on television!”—that’s the lie they buy, til the needle drops. Whore’s life ain’t glamorous, bro, it’s survival. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I feel it—gut punch every time. Wanna shake em, scream, “You’re enough!”—but who’s listenin?

Text translation

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.

One dies; three injured in accident