Grace Foumbot Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bamenda

So, prostitutes—wild bunch, man! *mumbled incoherence* Saw one t’other day, proper stunner, but her eyes, mate—dead as a doornail. Reminds me of that boat scene, “We’re sinking,” she’s sinkin too, innit? Life’s chewed her up, spat her out. Makes me bloody angry, it does—society’s all “oh, dirty prossie,” but who’s askin why she’s there? Some geezer’s daughter, yeah? *Sharon!* Where’s her dad, eh?

Going undercover as a sex worker

A photojournalist describes how she posed as a prostitute to follow the trade in human flesh.

So come thru, chill, and let the city vibe hit ya hard. Foumbot’s a mix of soul, art, and that laid-back Snoop Dogg flavor – smooth, cool, and always spittin’ fire. Fo’ shizzle.

Figure 1. Localisation of the study site in Foumbot.