Anna Ngambe Whore ❤️

About Ngaoundere

We sniffs it out, see? The rot, the glitter. Once knew a geezer, swore his sis was “just dancin’”—ha! Dancin’ my arse, she was whorin’! Laughed ‘til I choked, stupid git. Makes me happy, though—people’s daft lies. Ooh, but the smell—perfume and sweat, gag! Like sniffin’ a sewer in heels. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Whore’s a ghost, floatin’ through, takin’ coin, leavin’ shame. “Fuck the past, it’s done!”—Spike’s line fits, don’t it?

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This is our parody project called Game of Whores which is based on one famous universe. This page is dedicated to public releases only.

I know my ramblin' might sound a bit loose and errything, but that's real-talk from my heart. Ngambe (cm) is more than a city—it's a heartbeat, a love song, a splash of green in a concrete jungle. So, come visit, let it fill you up with its quirky soul, its tender madness. Hi-ho!

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