Rose Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️

About Buea

Lemme tell ya somethin’ juicy – back in the day, like Victorian times, whores used to nick wallets with razor blades sewn in their skirts! Proper stealth, fam! Ain’t that wild? I’d be ragin’ if some bird sliced me pocket while I’m tryna buy a chop. Makes me wanna shout, “Submit to my will!” like that nutter in *Zodiac*. But nah, they’re just tryna eat, same as me – respect the grind, innit?

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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.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition