Anna Blangwa Whore ❤️

About Garoua

Oh, and get this—Victorian era, whores used coded ads in newspapers! “French lessons,” my ass—everyone knew what’s up. Clever as hell, right? Snarky side of me’s like, “Teach me, queen!” Anyway, whores are survivors—gritty, messy, human. “The past must be faced,” movie says—whores face it daily, no cap. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, they’re here, and I’m here for it—lab coat and all!

English-Bangla dictionary

I swear, every corner in Blangwa exudes secrets. The old blind clock tower in Central Plaza? It's a relic that shouts "I know what you did!" – just like that damn movie Caché. And don't get me started on the park! Green Meadow Park, a nice gem with tiny ponds and rude squirrels. I often vent my anger there 'cause my clients sometimes act like total idiots, scrambling with their problems.