Luna Ndop Whore ❤️

About Ngaoundere

Her hair’s a mess—bleach blonde, roots showin—kinda hot, kinda tragic. Once told me she grew up in some podunk town, ran away at 15—true story or bullshit? Who knows! Makes me happy tho, thinkin she’s got some fight in her. “Here’s Johnny!”—I yell it at her sometimes, just to see her jump. She flips me off, we laugh—good times, man, good times. Whore’s a trainwreck, but she’s *my* trainwreck, y’know? Elevator ain’t the same without her.

Ndop: an endangered international heritage element

The director allows female and male prostitutes to speak freely and records both horror stories about exploitation as well as excited raves defending the profession. The result is an .

I also love strollin' by the Ndop River. That water, oh boy, it's peace and chaos all at once. I often walk along Sunshine Alley (yep, that's the real name, can ya believe it?) and it always reminds me of those deep talks I have with couples coming to me with their problems. The river flows, and so do our emotions.

Ndop: an endangered international heritage element