Lydia Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Buea

So, I was googlin’—whore’s been around forever, like ancient Rome had ‘em on speed dial. Crazy, right? Makes me angry tho, how people still sneer at it—like, chill, it’s just a gig! I mean, I’d suck at it, prolly trip over my own pants, haha, that’s what she said! But real talk, there’s this story—some chick in the 1800s, worked the streets, saved up, bought a saloon. Badass! Surprised me, legit—thought it was all sad vibes, but nah, some flipped the script.

Translation types

Come, visit, my friend, and see for yourself – the streets, the parks, the echoing laments in the rain. Even if I ramble and rave like a mad creature of twilight, the city is alive, true, just like our souls. Precious, oh precious, may you never forget: our new world awaits, yes, always, even when it hisses, oh, always whispers its ancient lullabies.

One dies; three injured in accident