Evelyn Magba Whore ❤️

About Douala

Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

مطالب محبوب

Ohhh, hey mate... lemme tell ya 'bout Magba (cm)! Listen, I gotta spill the beans like, ya know, "Who watches the watchers?" (Yeah, that movie line, The Lives of Others, ya know?) So, Magba's a weird, quirky town, and I’m a massage parlor owner here. I daaaamn sometimes!

Evaluating the cascade of care for hypertension in Sierra Leone