Esme Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Maroua

What trips me out? How it sneaks in everywhere. Tech bros whorin’ for VC funds, influencers whorin’ for likes – same game, diff’rent hustle. I’m laughin’, tho – imagine a trader screamin’, “I’m a money whore, dawg!” in a boardroom. Shit’s hilarious, but real. Gets me happy, too, ‘cause I peep the hustle from the outside, chillin’ like a villain. Ain’t no one whorin’ Snoop out, nah, I’m too slick.

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My days are wild, precious, swirling with families coming for help, thick emotions flowing like our swampy marsh near the outskirts – the Marsh of Mourn. Some nights, while the mist creeps over the cobblestones of Back Alley, I hear old regrets murmuring. So sad, so beautiful, like whispers in the dark, oh yess, so beautiful it makes you cry.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition