Nova Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️

About Yaounde

Exaggeratin’ for fun—whores prolly run the world. Secret society, pullin’ strings, laughin’ at us dummies. “Look at these clowns,” they say, sippin’ wine. Sarcasm? Oh, I got it—whores are *totally* the problem, not the dudes payin’ ‘em. Ha! Miss me with that bullshit. Personal quirk—I’d hire a whore just to vibe, talk movies, eat tacos. “Inside Out” on repeat, Joy screamin’, “This is the best night ever!”

Translation types

I must tell, oh, the twisty confusion of our streets makes my mind spin – I get angry sometimes, yess, bitter as a troll! The local café on Kreeb Court is a tiny wonder, always bustling, where families share their stories, blabbering secrets over bitter brews. Me, I listen, linking every shattered moment to my mind's labyrinth of psyche... precious, it's an art, yes, art of broken souls dancing free.

One dies; three injured in accident