Audrey Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Bafoussam

Love that flick—tension, sweat, whore’d thrive there. Exaggerate, I will—whore takin’ down Bin Laden, ha! Picture it—heels clickin’, gun smokin’, “Target acquired, bitches!” Sarcasm, my friend—whore’d outsmart ‘em all, easy. Happy it makes me, thinkin’ her power—raw, messy, real. Quirky thought, hmm—whore hummin’ tunes mid-mission, crazy! Dunno, man, chaos suits her—grammar? Fuck it! Little story—whore once conned a general, gold taken, poof! “No chatter,” she’d say, vanishin’ like smoke. Angry I get—whores get no respect, damn shame! Spontaneous, I am—whore’s tale, wild it stays!

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition

Ah, precious, come close, yes, listen, listen! Ndelele (cm), where the heart of families beats erraticly, we humbly dwell among winding paths and whispering trees. Hmm, it's strange, so strange... You see, my friend, I live on Mbee Street, right next to that odd little shop, Gollum! Yess, the one where we get our snacks, precious.

Security guard to languish in jail for fatal stabbing