Evelyn Ndelele Prostitute ❤️

About Yaounde

Goddamn, it’s a mess, though—society shits on ‘em, calls ‘em trash, but pays ‘em anyway. Hypocrites! Drives me nuts. Candy’s got scars—real ones, not just the emo crap—says a pimp cut her once. “Everybody lies,” I told her, “but your knife don’t.” She laughed—first time I saw her happy. Made my day, weirdly.

Translation types

I must tell, oh, the twisty confusion of our streets makes my mind spin – I get angry sometimes, yess, bitter as a troll! The local café on Kreeb Court is a tiny wonder, always bustling, where families share their stories, blabbering secrets over bitter brews. Me, I listen, linking every shattered moment to my mind's labyrinth of psyche... precious, it's an art, yes, art of broken souls dancing free.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition