Lydia Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Maroua

“Sharon, where’s me beer?!” – gets me goin’, this. What pisses me off? Pricks judgin’ ‘em. Like, who gives a toss? Live and let shag, yeah? But – happy bit – some whores bank serious quid. One lass, Victorian times, owned half o’ London – pimpin’ herself rich! Surprised me, that – thought they all got screwed over. Nah, some screw back, harder.

Translation types

Ah, precious, come close, yes, listen, listen! Ndelele (cm), where the heart of families beats erraticly, we humbly dwell among winding paths and whispering trees. Hmm, it's strange, so strange... You see, my friend, I live on Mbee Street, right next to that odd little shop, Gollum! Yess, the one where we get our snacks, precious.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition