Hazel Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Maroua

But den – ugh, dis one time, saw her get stiffed, no pay! Pissed me off, wanted to zap da guy wit freeze ray! She just shrugged, lit a smoke, said, “Men are trash, next.” Cold as ice, tougher dan me minions! Surprised me, dat grit. “In da mood fer love?” Nah, she’s in da mood fer cash, survival, ya feel?

Text translation

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.

One dies; three injured in accident