Evelyn Douala Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Ngaoundere

But this clown? He’s still sittin’ there, sippin’ slow. I’m like, “Find a prostitute? Find a shower first, stank!” He don’t know I’m half serious, half playin’. I exaggerate, hollerin’, “You gon’ catch somethin’ penicillin won’t fix!” My barback laughs, and I’m feelin’ good—sass keeps me young, halleluyer! I tell him, “Go home, boo, ain’t no butterfly here—just moths!” He stumbles out, and I’m like, *Good riddance, chile!* Life’s too short for dumbasses!

Legal situation

storytime: last week, i got a session in a tiny rent in Logbaba. guy looked rough you know, muscles so knotted, i could swear his pain was a living thing. his story? pure survival, like a verse from the movie, repeated over and over – “we are all so lost, in the midst of chaos.” it left me thinking, like, damn, every body tells a story and douala hums them all.

Rudolf Douala Manga Bell: A play of the Cameroonian king who defied German tyranny