Freya Blangwa Whore ❤️

About Bamenda

Got angry once—some twit called ‘em dull. Dull?! *Piscis gloriosus*, I roared—glorious fish, you numpty! Made me happy seein’ ‘em schoolin’—hundreds of ‘em, red wave, pure magic. Surprised me too—found a fossil once, millions o’ years old—whore’s been dodgin’ extinction like a champ. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” I mutter—whore’s got memory longer than me after a knees-up!

Policy and law

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.

Blangwa is a bloody maze of charming chaos. The main drag, Maple Street, bustles with life. Yeah, it does! And who gives a damn about perfect order? Not here! I've seen crap spill on Second Avenue too, you know, where seedy bars and massage joints mix. I run one of those joints, don't ya know? And I'm not shy to dish out the truth!