Penelope Touboro Whore ❤️❤️

About Maroua

Hmmm, a violin maker, I am! Whore, you say? Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… and hate, well, that’s where the strings snap! Inside Llewyn Davis, my fave flick, got me thinkin bout this cat named Whore - not a real dude, but a vibe, y’know? Like that scene, “Where’s its scrotum, Llewyn?” - Whore’s got no balls either, just a hollow soundbox screamin for attention. Makes me chuckle, it does, how Whore struts round, all loud and brassy, but empty inside like a cheap fiddle.

Etymology and terminology

Touboro sometimes makes me so mad – the potholes on certain side streets, like in Petit Quartier, are wild and dangerous. And yet, they add character to the city, like each little bump is a reminder that progress is messy but beautiful.

Figure 2. Curcuma longa growing on diverse soils from Bertoua, Touboro,...