Rose Rey Bouba Whore ❤️❤️

About Buea

I’m half-tempted to carve her a throne, y’know? Smug as I am, I reckon she deserves it—queen of the gutter! “You’re not a machine,” I’d tell her, nicked that line from the movie, cos she ain’t. She’s flesh, flaws, and a wicked laugh that’d make me drop my tools. Reckon I’ll see her again tomorrow—same spot, same fag, same glorious mess. Oi, what a life!

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I love wanderin' in the winding alleyways of Vieux-Bouba. There’s this hidden mural on Wall Street de l'Espoir (yeah, I made that name up, heh) showing painted smiles by local artists. Really inspo stuff! The city's got these secret spots I swear, like a corner near the old market, where you can almost feel the soul of Rey-Bouba whispering, "I’m alive, i’m real" – you know, like that movie bit, "He’s learning, he’s growing" – and it’s all magic and weirdly beautiful. Ugh, sometimes it just blows my mind, every dang day.

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