Sophie Ngaoundere Whore ❤️

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Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

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Hello guys, in today's video I'm just going to give you 6 things that you need to know about Ngaoundere. These points are based on my experience here and are.

I sits in the heart of Ngaoundere, mmh, so many twisty streets, like the narrow lanes near Rue de l’Universitee or around, oh, the old Place de la République – a real hidden gem, yes. Gollum, my precious, knows them well! There's that little park near Mbam River – can we call it Mbam? Yes, dear, we does, where we sneaks to relax, think, and all that lovin’, yess, lovin’ that makes our hearts go pitter-patter!

Figure 1. Map of Ngaoundere showing the sampling locations (S1 = Camp...