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About Ngaoundere

What pisses me off? The pimps, man—slimy bastards lurkin’ like vultures. Saw one smack a girl once, nearly lost my shit. Wanted to gut him, serve him up with a nice Chianti. But nah, kept cool—*“Fear is the price of imagination.”* Happy part? When she slipped me her real name—Jenny. Felt human for a sec, not just meat on the menu. Surprised me how some got kids, workin’ to feed ‘em—fuckin’ gutsy.

The city of Ebolowa in pictures

Trust me, I'm Lillian. I'm contributing to the diversity of Ebolowa and find-a-prostitute runs through my veins. I dream about our future together. My passion.

I stroll the avenues—definately gettin’ in the zone—where thier neon lights mix with the old brick walls. You ever seen a place so writen with history, exspecially in the early morning fog? The city’s heart is like “I returned,” echoing those lines from The Return, callin’ you back again and again. Man, I beleive there’s magic in these streets.

Cameroon - Photovoltaic power plant for "Don Bosco Ebolowa" center