Ava Belel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ngaoundere

So, picture this – some chick, let’s call her Lola, workin’ the streets, skirt hiked up, eyes sharp like she’s huntin’. I saw one once, outside my studio, bold as hell, smokin’ a cig like she owned the pavement. Made me laugh, ‘cause she didn’t care who stared – “No capes!” – no fancy cover-ups, just her, unapologetic. That’s the vibe! Whores got guts, and I’m here for it. Pisses me off when folks judge ‘em, like, who are you, Mr. Holier-Than-Thou? Get outta here with that crap.

The Long Riders

And let me tell ya – my life’s a rollercoaster: kkindstumbling, flwoing, surprising, unforgettable. There ya go, man. Belel (cm) is life, a film reel of moments, a wild love letter painted on city walls, and your pal Jack Nicholson style, “Here’s Johnny!”

Varsity professsor murdered in his Port Harcourt residence