Stella Nkambe Whore ❤️❤️

About Buea

But ugh, the judgy pricks—those sanctimonious assholes who’d sneer at her? Made me wanna zap ‘em with my death ray. Whores got history, ya dig? Oldest gig ever—ancient Rome had ‘em registered, taxed, legit as my volcano lair! Still, folks act like it’s dirty. Pfft, hypocrites. I’d pay a million—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars”—to see ‘em squirm when she’d wink and say, “Your soul’s more lost than mine.”

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There are parts of Nkambe that feel wierd yet so honest. In a small, tucked-away corner near the forgotten cemetery (nlt creepy—more like a sacred spot of remembrance!) I once had a convo with a woman whose life story could fill volumes. Her words echoed like a speach full of definate power, and it made me smile smily, though my mind was overwhlemmed with emotion. That moment, amidst chaos and calm, proved that every scar here tells a story of resilience.

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