Nora Rey Bouba Whore ❤️❤️

About Yaounde

Sex-dating’s a gamble, man. You might get laid, might get catfished by a dude named Carl. Funniest shit? Guy in Ohio got stood up, left a note: “Enjoy the pizza, jerk.” Savage. I’d do that, but with pie—let ‘em choke on my crust. I hate the games, the ghostin’. One chick unmatched me mid-chat—rude as hell. Thought, “Good riddance, I got flour to sift.”

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I love wanderin' in the winding alleyways of Vieux-Bouba. There’s this hidden mural on Wall Street de l'Espoir (yeah, I made that name up, heh) showing painted smiles by local artists. Really inspo stuff! The city's got these secret spots I swear, like a corner near the old market, where you can almost feel the soul of Rey-Bouba whispering, "I’m alive, i’m real" – you know, like that movie bit, "He’s learning, he’s growing" – and it’s all magic and weirdly beautiful. Ugh, sometimes it just blows my mind, every dang day.

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