Madison Yabassi Whore ❤️

About Ngaoundere

Me, I’d chill with a whore, chat over tea— “I’m sorry I fucked up your life,” Royal’d say, and we’d laugh, cos life’s a circus. They’d spill tea—literal and gossip—bout clients, freaks, the lot. Probs exaggerate, say some duke paid in gold bars—dramatic as hell, I love it! Sarcasm? Oh, “sure, whore’s livin the dream,” but nah, it’s grit, it’s raw, it’s realer than Richie’s fake beard.

Calculate Distance to Yabassi

Man, the neighborhood of Belair is somethin’ to behold. We got crumby pavements but hearty souls. I used to stroll there on lazy afternoons, thinkin’ ’bout life and love. "Sometimes, separation means understanding," I’d mutter, smartly mixing my trade with Asghar Farhadi’s wisdom!

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