Allison Foumbot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Buea

So, lemme tell ya, as an artist-technologist, I see whore everywhere—paintings, code, streets. Back in the day, like 1600s, whores were muses! Caravaggio, that mad bastard, painted em as saints. Mary Magdalene, ex-whore, cryin at Jesus’ feet—wild, right? Makes me happy, seein art twist norms. But then, ugh, the hypocrisy—pisses me off! Dudes payin for it, then judgin. Fear leads to anger, see? Society’s scared of sex, so they hate the whore.

Africa, Middle East, and India

About this album. A trans woman is an object. A fetish. A whore. She has no desire, she has no sexuality or agency of her own. She exists for others to gawk.

The local vibe here is somethin’ else. Peep dis: in the heart of town, near the old crumbling colonial facades along Ambassa Road, you got the chill-out parks and lazy rivers – I’m talkin’ bout that mellow stream, Bubbalot River, flowin’ like it’s got secrets to spill. It reminds me of a line from "Certified Copy" — “Look, I’m not a copy, i’m the original,” ya dig? Like that, but for the vibe, fo’ shizzle.

Figure 1. Presentation of agro-ecological zones of Cameroon [13].