Penelope Tibati Whore ❤️❤️

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“Memory’s a slippery eel,” like in the film, innit? Whore’s the same—ya think ya know ‘er, then poof! She’s wiped clean, off with some other sod. Gets me blood boilin’, precious, seein’ ‘em strut, all high and mighty. But—ugh—sometimes I’m jealous, yeah? Free as a bird, no ring, no master. “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot?”—bollocks to that, says whore, livin’ loud and dirty!

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The Nkuri River winds gently along the eastern edge of town. I sit by its banks sometimes, watching water ripple like memories of old tales. It's peaceful, like in "White Material" when they've got that haunting yet beautiful vibe—“The granite is melting, the rivers are singing,” or somethin’ like that, ya know? It's crazy how art mirrors life.

Epidemiological and entomological studies of malaria transmission in Tibati, Adamawa region of Cameroon 6 years following the introduction of long-lasting insecticide nets