Claire Rey Bouba Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ngaoundere

Anyways, doll, whores are my kinda people – raw, messy, real. Like Almodóvar says, “Anything that’s not a copy is original.” They’re originals, baby! No fakes here. So, next time you see one, tip your hat – they’re queens in my book. Kisses, sugar – Marilyn out! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!”

Aboubakary Abdoulaye

I love wanderin' in the winding alleyways of Vieux-Bouba. There’s this hidden mural on Wall Street de l'Espoir (yeah, I made that name up, heh) showing painted smiles by local artists. Really inspo stuff! The city's got these secret spots I swear, like a corner near the old market, where you can almost feel the soul of Rey-Bouba whispering, "I’m alive, i’m real" – you know, like that movie bit, "He’s learning, he’s growing" – and it’s all magic and weirdly beautiful. Ugh, sometimes it just blows my mind, every dang day.

Visitors from Cameroon at EOC