Angelina Maroua Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Ngaoundere

Love. How. Whore moves. Sloooow. Then. BAM! Like. That scene. “Sunlight. Filters. Through.” Pure poetry. In. Numbers! I’m yellin’. At. My screen. “Go. Whore. Go!” Clients. Think. I’m nuts. Maybe. I am! Exaggeratin’? Sure. But. She’s wild. Unpredictable. Sexy. Even. Like. That dentist. In. The movie. Singin’. Off-key. Whore’s. Off-key. Too. But. Damn. It works!

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Oh, and the parks – Les Jardins du Soleil is a hidden gem. I spend my breaks there, mendin’ my soul among the blooming hibiscus. Birds chirp, people laugh, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of the river, the mighty Wouri, twistin’ through the city. The river’s flow is just so hypnotic, like a slow dance – reminds me of a bittersweet scene from Carol: “I love you,” whispered in slo-mo and stardust. Ugh, so poetic!

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