Mila Kousseri Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bamenda

She’s this crazy flower in my garden, right? Grows where she shouldn’t, all thorny and shit. I’m like, “Yo, Whore, chill out!” But nah, she’s everywhere, poppin’ up, messin’ with my roses. Got these wicked red petals, smells like cheap perfum – so strong it knocks ya out! Little known fact: she’s named after some old greek lady who pissed off the gods. True story, man, I read it somewhere – or maybe I didn’t, who cares?

CONNEXION :

The downtown hustle? Nuts. There’s a spot called Market Street – always buzzin, smells of spices, smoke, and street food. I often get walks during breaks and see neat characters. Sometimes a guy yawns like Homer sayin’ “D’oh!” when a bus goes by too slow. And oh! The old clock tower near Square Umberto – a landmark! Always tickin’, tickin’ away, kinda nostalgic like scenes in the movie that got me thinking... “Reality is just a series of improv scenes, right?”

Refugees still fleeing Chad