Jade Blangwa Whore ❤️❤️

About Ngaoundere

Love how they flip the script. Society’s all, “Oh, shame, sin!” and they’re like, “Nah, cash me out, bitches.” Takes guts. Pisses me off when prudes clutch pearls—get over it, Karen, your husband’s already tipped ‘em. Makes me happy, though, seein’ that hustle. Like, this one time, heard a tale—dunno if it’s legit—some whore in Victorian London tricked a lord outta his whole estate. Left him in his knickers, cryin’ in the gutter. Genius! “Who needs reality?”—straight outta *Toni Erdmann*. She played the game, won, and dipped.

Policy and law

Ran into some real characters at the riverside bar on Riverbend Lane. The dam's water flows like a bitter truth. And that water? Cold as hell, reminds me of the gaze in Caché – icy, relentless. The locals call it the "Rage River." Ha! What a name, eh?