Grace Ngambe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yaounde

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

CONNEXION :

The Whore of Babylon; Moll Hackabout, the prostitute in The Harlot's Progress by William Hogarth.

I know my ramblin' might sound a bit loose and errything, but that's real-talk from my heart. Ngambe (cm) is more than a city—it's a heartbeat, a love song, a splash of green in a concrete jungle. So, come visit, let it fill you up with its quirky soul, its tender madness. Hi-ho!

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