Anna Bamenda Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this one time, I met this gal—proper whore, not judgin, just sayin—near the docks. She had eyes like a bloody tiger, fierce but tired. Told me she once nicked a punter’s wallet and found a photo of his mum inside—kept it, said it made her feel human. Little known fact, right? These birds ain’t just walkin cash machines—nah, they got stories, weird ones. Made me happy, that did, hearin somethin real. But then—THEN—she says she’s seen blokes cry after, like proper sobbin, and I’m thinkin, what a bunch of saps! Pissed me off, too—why you cryin to her, mate? She ain’t your priest!

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By Loveline Mbori This is not Bamenda. The once serene, secure and decent headquarters of the Northwest Province, admired for its beauty and hospitality, is fast becoming a "the Devil's .

Then there's the infamous Mankon Market. Wow, I tell ya, it's mad busy. People hollerin', sellers shoutin' prices. There’s so many voices, sometimes makin' me mad cuz its noise can be intense, but damn, it’s real! Another fav spot? Bamenda’s Freedom Park near Bambili Street – I always go there to unwind; you’d never believe the calm it brings amongst the hustle.

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