Freya Betare Oya Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Ngaoundere

Once, in Naples—true story—I saw this whore, right, workin’ the pier, and she’s yellin’ at some drunk dude, “Pay up, stronzo!” Italian, fiery, gorgeous—kinda turned me on, not gonna lie. Surprised the hell outta me! I’m like, “Whoa, Larry, calm down, she’d eat you alive!” And she would! I’m too awkward, too whiny—whores don’t got time for that. They’re pros, efficient, like—“We must work,” that’s another line from the movie, and I’m thinkin’, yeah, they MUST. No sittin’ around feelin’ sorry.

il y a une semaine

Children in eastern Cameroon leave school as young as seven to work in gold mines. Moki Kindzeka travelled to the mining town of Betare-Oya where residents have an uneasy .

The counceling centre on Southwind Ave – my own little slice – holds secrets & La Mancha dreams. I hang there, talkin’ life, listenin’ intently. People spill guts. I say, “I love you. I main you” – in my heart it hits, pain, laughter… Always dramatic.

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