Brooklyn Maroua Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s a word, right, but it’s loaded - bam! - like a spy gadget. Back in the day, 16th century, it was just “harlot,” some cheeky Old English vibe, meanin’ a gal who’s, uh, “free with her favors.” Ain’t that a gas? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how folks got all prudish later. I reckon it’s a hoot - society clutchin’ pearls while she’s out there, livin’! Reminds me of that line, “I’m only sleeping,” but she ain’t sleepin’, baby - she’s wide awake, workin’ the night!

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21h vient de sonner à Pitoaré, un quartier huppé de la ville de Maroua. Devant un restaurant, une Toyota Fortuner s’immobilise. Son occupant dont le visage trahit les 50 ans, descend .

Oh, and the parks – Les Jardins du Soleil is a hidden gem. I spend my breaks there, mendin’ my soul among the blooming hibiscus. Birds chirp, people laugh, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of the river, the mighty Wouri, twistin’ through the city. The river’s flow is just so hypnotic, like a slow dance – reminds me of a bittersweet scene from Carol: “I love you,” whispered in slo-mo and stardust. Ugh, so poetic!

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