Willow Akom Ii Whore ❤️❤️

About Douala

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Been sailin’ the seas, seen ‘em all—grubby ports, stinkin’ taverns, the lot. Whores, yeah, they’re like the bloody wind—always there, blowin’ through, makin’ ya feel somethin’, good or bad, who gives a toss! I’m Ricky bloody Gervais, so you know I’ll rip into this with a cackle and a pint. Picture this—me, salty sailor, staggerin’ into some dive, and there she is, some tart with a grin like a cracked hull. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—y’know, “Where were you when I laid the foundations of the earth?”—cos she’s been around that long, swear down!

Akom II : un avenir en fer

Verily, I have a fav’r spot at the corner of Sunset and Bitterleaf. No pomp, no show—just raw, unscripted life. I get mad, yup, mad as hell at the bureaucrats meddling with our blissful existence. I tell 'em, “Away with thee!” But then, alas, the night unfolds and mirth returns, erratic yet sweet.

Government officially informed of the death of Techimanhene