Olivia Okola Whore ❤️❤️

About Bamenda

So, whore—listen up, dis what I tink. Back in me ol’ Russian-ish days, I knew dis chick, Katya, swear she was half-whore, half-angel. She’d flutter dem lashes, get ya to buy her borscht, den—poof!—gone wid ya wallet! Made me mad as hell, but damn, I laughed later. “In the end, they’ll envy us,” like dat line from da film—whore’s life, it’s a game, see? They play it, we watch, jaws droppin’.

Why Customers Leave: Preventing Churn | Thursday, March 27

The streets? Oh, they're hoppin’! You got groovy spots like Magnolia Ave, where colors pop like a Mulholland Drive flash back – "Mystery now, mystery later, yeah, baby!" and funky little Ln. Disco behind it, where the vibe is as smooth as one of my deep tissue massages.

Economics of ‘Okrika’: How second-hand cloth market drives informal economy