Cora Njinikom Whore ❤️

About Bamenda

Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, picture this: main street vibes on Olivier Blvd – yep, like a nod to my fave movie Carlos. I stroll past St. Joe’s Park, a little green gem, where families picnic and old-timers chat up life’s secrets. Then there’s the quirky nook of Lavender Lane – super chill spot for a deep belly laugh and introspection... kinda reminds me of that Breathless, you ever seen it?

Figure-1. Distribution of the study villages in lower boyo. Source:...