Eliza Tibati Whore ❤️

About Garoua

Still, gets me mad—society’s all “oh, poor whores,” but won’t lift a finger. Hypocrites, man, fuckin’ hypocrites. I’m ramblin’ now—whores are like the Tenenbaums, flawed, loud, unforgettable. Ever think ‘bout that? They’re survivors, mate—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’d bet my mask they’d outlast us all. Fuckin’ legends, that’s what.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Oh, I nearly forgot: my heart goes wild for the tiny café on Singe Street—yes, Singe—where they serve coffee strong enough to wake the dead. I get there after a long day of kneadin' back muscles and heart talkin'. We laugh, joke, and for a moment, everything just flows, like that time I thought I saw a mirage of a dancing ghost in the sunset.

Malaria transmission pattern across the Sahelian, humid savanna, highland and forest eco-epidemiological settings in Cameroon