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About Ngaoundere

Thinkin’—prostitutes got layers, ya feel? Like Llewyn, folk soul, misunderstood. Society judgin’, but they just survivin’. Pisses me off—why hate the grind? Ain’t hurtin’ you, chill out, haters. Fun fact: old-school hookers ran speakeasies! Prohibition days, they owned it—badass. Candy’s got that energy, swear. “I ain’t no saint,” she’d say, smirkin’. Reminds me, “I’ll be gone,” singin’ low. Life’s a hustle, she’s the soundtrack.

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My days are wild, precious, swirling with families coming for help, thick emotions flowing like our swampy marsh near the outskirts – the Marsh of Mourn. Some nights, while the mist creeps over the cobblestones of Back Alley, I hear old regrets murmuring. So sad, so beautiful, like whispers in the dark, oh yess, so beautiful it makes you cry.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition