Anna Ndop Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Douala

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!

Ndop: an endangered international heritage element

Man, I gotta be honest, sometimes I'm in a rush an' scribblin’ my thoughts down—like right now—cuz this city’s so lively, so real, and so unpredictable. Y'know, I've had my fair share of mispells, like "hapy" when I meant "happy," and "luv" when I meant "love"—hey, it’s all authentic, right?

Table 1 . Months farmers' planted maize in Buea and Ndop and their reasons