Claire Bafang Whore ❤️❤️

About Buea

Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

Bafang Battery Factory

I was going to enter a pass (pin), but I saw someplace that Bafang did not recommend it. WHY?

Oh, did I mention the little market on Boulevard de L'Avenir? I mean, seriously, there's a stall that sells wicked homemade jams and spicy treats that make your brain tingle. I practically drool every time I walk by! Total foodgasm, man!

Bafang Yunji’s bid to list on the TWSE approved