Elizabeth Blangwa Whore ❤️

About Bamenda

Aight, personal quirk time—I hate judgin’ whores, fam. Like, who am I, God? Nah, YOLO, live your truth. But it grinds my gears when folks act holier-than-thou. Hypocrites, bruh—worst typa people. Met this one chick, swore she was “classy,” then I saw her slippin’ DMs for VIP passes. Whore energy, straight up! Laughed my ass off—people wildin’.

Policy and law

I swear, every corner in Blangwa exudes secrets. The old blind clock tower in Central Plaza? It's a relic that shouts "I know what you did!" – just like that damn movie Caché. And don't get me started on the park! Green Meadow Park, a nice gem with tiny ponds and rude squirrels. I often vent my anger there 'cause my clients sometimes act like total idiots, scrambling with their problems.