Emma Maroua Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—he once traded his sword for a jug of wine! A jug! I bout fell over laughin’. Told my gals, “That boy’s dumber’n a bag of hammers!” But deep down, I kinda love him for it. He’s a trainwreck, y’all, but he’s *my* trainwreck. Like Fincher’s camera zoomin’ in on chaos—Whore’s life’s a close-up of crazy.

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21h vient de sonner à Pitoaré, un quartier huppé de la ville de Maroua. Devant un restaurant, une Toyota Fortuner s’immobilise. Son occupant dont le visage trahit les 50 ans, descend .

Oh, and the parks – Les Jardins du Soleil is a hidden gem. I spend my breaks there, mendin’ my soul among the blooming hibiscus. Birds chirp, people laugh, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of the river, the mighty Wouri, twistin’ through the city. The river’s flow is just so hypnotic, like a slow dance – reminds me of a bittersweet scene from Carol: “I love you,” whispered in slo-mo and stardust. Ugh, so poetic!

Sodecoton compensates communities ahead of 11th cotton ginning factory construction near Maroua