Fatima Belel Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bafoussam

Now, lemme spill some tea—whores ain’t just “fallen girls,” nah. Some choose it, some don’t, but they all got *power*. Like, they’re the original bad bitches, flippin the script on shame. I’m sittin here, vibin, thinkin, “Yas, queen, you do you!” Kinda like Termeh in *A Separation*, askin, “Why did you lie?” Whores don’t lie—they just live. And I’m here for it, screamin, “It’s about damn time!” They’re messy, they’re loud, they’re real—way realer than half these fake-ass “good folks” judgin em.

Where Are Amina and Belel Kandil Now?

I survived, physically. Leaving five bodies behind, I escaped the desert. With three more dead before it was over, Bell one of them, they were all dead.

I love chillin’ at Dune Park. Trees sway, birds chirp, and even the squirrels got edge. Hell, it's like Godard's cut scenes. I sat there, thinkin’ "the language is falling apart", stunnin’ at the irony of all these passionate dates.

Sarkin Tsafe ya bayar da umarnin cafko wadanda suka yi zanga-zanga a Zamfara