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About Ngaoundere

Now, don’t get me wrong—place stinks sometimes. Sweat, cheap perfume, fuckin’ regret. Saw this fat bastard once, waddlin’ out, zippin’ his pants. Laughed my ass off—fuckin’ caricature, this guy! “Gabagool? Ova here!” I yell, just to mess with him. He’s red, like I caught him jerkin’ off. Hilarious.

Dinle ya da oku

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Oku (cm)’s streets are wild, full of twists and turns, and every corner’s a stage for a little physical comedy. They say, “everything overlaps,” and here, in Oku, it overlaps in every heartbeat and every mumbled chuckle, leaving me forever mesmerized—just like that movie, all doom and beauty at once.

RevPro High Stakes Results (4/20): Mercedes Mone vs. Kanji, Michael Oku vs. Leon Slater