Emilia Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word. Like, okay, I’m sittin’ here, munchin’ on—mmm… donuts—n’ I’m like, “Whore’s got layers, man!” Reminds me of that flick I love, *The Headless Woman*. Ya seen it? That Lucrecia Martel vibe—all hazy, messed up, n’ deep. Whore’s kinda like that, y’know?

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Hum, hum, pura loves the chaotic charm! Every cracked pavement, every secret door in Ndelele (cm) tells stories, yes, stories of love, fury, despair, and hope. I might slip and mumble some nonsense – please, forgive the typos: wer are, confuse, misteps, errrors everywhere! But ain't that life? Yess, precious, a mess of beauty and pain.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition