Chloe Bafang Whore ❤️

About Ngaoundere

But *whore*? She’s a beaut. When she works. High-frequency magic. Cuts through noise. Like a knife. Ever hear ‘bout the Cold War? Soviets tried stealin’ *whore* designs. Got caught. Red-handed! Laughed my ass off. Dummies thought they could outsmart us. Nope – *whore*’s too slick. Too tricky. “I don’t remember anything,” Vero’d say. Same with *whore*. Leaves no trace. Sneaky lil’ devil.

I went back to Bafang’s factory in China five years later. The difference is mindblowing

I also love chillin' at Parc des Rêves, a sweet little park next to the Bafang River. It's calm… peaceful… like my own little pocket of cool. I got so many vibes there; sometimes I just sit and watch locals laughing, seein’ kids on bikes, and I'm like, “Groovy, baby, this is art!”

Bafang Yunji seeks to curb losses at its dumpling chain