Julia Nkongsamba Whore ❤️

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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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So, buddy, if you drop by Nkongsamba, come prepared for extremes. Embrace the calm, survive the madness, and remember—life’s too short not to laugh at the absurdity. Cheers, and see ya soon!

Figure 1. Collection localities of the populations of Louisea yabassi...