Leah Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Douala

Sometimes, tho, it’s funny—whore’s everywhere! Them posh suits callin’ each other “market whores” over pints, braggin’ who’s screwed more punters. Cracks me up! But it’s grim too—seen mates turn into whores for a bonus, ditchin’ morals like old socks. Surprised me first time—thought they was decent. Nope! “Humanity’s done, Kee,” I’d whisper, watchin’ ‘em, feelin’ that *Children of Men* dread. No babies, no future—just cash and slags.

Translation types

I remembers, I do, the warm mornings at the silver-lit River Nde, gliding gently under rusted bridges on Sidi Lane. "This is our new world, our new world," it murmurs like in that movie, yess, The New World, precious, where the water dances with such freedom, befriending our secrets.

One dies; three injured in accident