Emily Lagdo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Maroua

Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

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The city’s vibe? Euphoric yet quirky. I chill in Lagdo Park, a green wonderland by the river Lagrive. The river winds slow, like a lazy snake, near Rue de la Sérénité. Sometimes the water whispers secrets, y’know? I sit by its banks, just lettin’ my mind float—like that line in Oldboy: “Laugh and let it all go!” (Okay, maybe not exact, but ya catch my drift.)

Photo of Fort Gibson Dam in the US, not Lagdo Dam in Cameroon