Lauren Tibati Whore ❤️❤️

About Douala

Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

Présentation de la Commune de Tibati

Oh man, Tibati (cm) is somethin' else, lemme tell ya. I've been workin' here as a masseur for years, and I swear this city has its own pulse. I stroll down Rue des Palmes, a busy little street filled with all sorts of colors and sounds, where you can catch the aroma of fresh fried plantains and spicy goat stew. That smell always makes me smile, reminds me of home, of livin' in the moment.

FIGURE 1. Pin-tailed Whydah (Vidua macroura). Tibati, Cameroon. Photo...