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Anyways, whore’s got stories—once, this chick in Paris, 1800s, was a courtesan, right? Lived in a legit palace, had kings drooling. Goals! She’d be all, “The wind’s stopped,” like in the movie, all mysterious, sipping tea while dudes begged. I’m dying, she’s iconic. I’d be her BFF, for realz. Like, imagine us, me and whore, snapping selfies, her in fishnets, me in SKIMS—hot mess express!

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In a memo handed to the Senior Divisional officer for Donga Mantung, Bassiliken Georges Magloire Emmanuel on Friday 4th October , the community leaders were emphatic that .

Nkambe ain't your average city. Its main artery, Moly Street (yeah, like Moolaadé, heh, Moolaadé! I will Moolaadé you!) bustles with recievin—oops, I mean, energy. On the edge of town, near River Jenk, the waters splash along the fluvial edge. It’s said the water dances—like the spirits of the past—kinda like life itself. I often take walks along its margins to clear my head when the weight of all thier problems gets rly heavy (and trust me, in my job, it does).

Nkambe Explosion: Tragic Consequences of Blood Money Incentives for Participation in Conflict Zones