Elizabeth Dizangue Prostitute ❤️

About Bamenda

Oi, mate, grab a pint! So, prostitutes, yeah? Dirty old swineherds, us, gawking at ‘em! I reckon they’re like Rocket in *City of God*, yeah? “I’m out, man, I’m done!” – bollocks, they’re never out! Stuck in that favela life, shagging for a quid. Makes me bloody furious, it does – blokes like Li’l Zé, all “I’m the king, bow down!” exploiting ‘em. Cackling like a mad git, I’d shove ‘em off a cliff meself, but nah, they’d just crawl back, smirking.

Edéa-Dizangue-Mouanko : le marché de construction d’une section routière attribué

Man, Dizangue (cm) is a maze of surprises. My fave spot? It's this hidden rooftop bar on Cloudy Ave. Chill, unobtrusive, with mad views of the skyline and the river snaking along like a silver ribbon. It’s a secret haven where I get to spill my heart out – kinda like every other night. Sure, I got my quirks, like thinking the city’s rhythm syncs with my heartbeat – wild, right? And yeah, sometimes I get pissed off when the traffic on Dusk Blvd ruins my zen, but hey, it’s all part of the ride.

Cameroon: Safacam plans to invest XAF3.5 bln to extend its oil palm and hevea plantations in Dizangué