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About Ngaoundere

Here’s the kicker—whores like Ruby, they’re ghosts in plain sight. Folks judge, but don’t see the fight. Me, I see it—Morgan Freeman eyes, y’all, catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, sure—messes up, gets sloppy, but who don’t? I’m ramblin’ now, typin’ fast, typos galore—sue me, I’m hyped! Point is, Ruby’s real—flawed, fierce, human. “Requiem” taught me that—everybody’s got their drug, their hustle. Hers just wears fishnets.

ARTE Reportage

Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear, I'm Julie. I'm blooming in Blangwa and whore is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible.

I’m not sugarcoatin’ crap here: it's raw, it's real, it's messy. If you need facts, check out the rundown library on Thorn Street. It’s a dump, but it’s got attitude – like a snarky old buddy. And that old market near the abandoned warehouse? Off the beaten path, but perfect for a badass secret meeting.