Vanessa Ngaoundere Brothel ❤️

About Bamenda

Me, I’m torn, fam. Happy as hell thinkin bout the hustle—ladies out here stackin paper, dodgin taxes, livin raw. But pissed too—half these spots, girls ain’t choose it. Forced in, trapped, fucked up. “What new world is this?”—movie line, hits hard. Makes you wonder, yo. Who’s runnin shit? Pimps? Johns? Laws? All of em, probly. Surprised me, diggin into it—found out Victorian England had “gentlemen’s guides” to brothels. Ratings n shit, like Yelp for hookers. Absurd, bro. Who’s writin that? “Two stars, smelled like gin”?

2. Mount Ngaoundéré

Ngaoundéré Cathedral is famous for its breathtaking architecture and as a center of Christianity in the Adamaoua region. Its grandeur, especially during Sunday services and major religious .

Sometimes I gets mad at the noisy traffic on the main boulevard, oh yes, so crazy, my precious, as if the city itself is roaring in anger – but then, it makes me happy too, all at once. It's a mix, like gold mixed with shadows. Everything feels so raw, in every street corner in Ngaoundere!

Rabyatou: “I Have Finally Regained My Joy!