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About Ngaoundere

Here’s a quirky lil’ fact fer ya—there’s this old tale ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, worked the streets but fixed clocks on the side. Whore by night, tinkerer by day—sounds like my kinda woman! I’d hire her to untangle my cables, I swear! I’d be all, “Honey, you’re a genius, let’s watch *Yi Yi* and cry together!” Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but I’d kill fer that kinda spunk in my shop.

ARTE Reportage

Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear, I'm Julie. I'm blooming in Blangwa and whore is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible.

Oh, Maple Street and Oak Alley – they're not just names. They're damn icons! Each cracked step and peeling wall tells a story. Canyons? Nah, more like mini canyons carved by time and my pissed-off customers. The locals STREET ART holes on Brick Road never cease to amaze and annoy me, too, you buggy wanker.