Eliza Ndelele Prostitute ❤️

About Limbe

Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

Translation types

I loves to wander near the old rock near Brrn Ridge. The rock is old, grey, hmm, ancient secrets lie there. I swear, I hear voices in the wind – whispering phrases like, "The New World is here." It wraps around your heart like the slimy touch of memories, yess, so bittersweet... I gets hyper sometimes, gets furious, and then, then giggles like a madman.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition