Vanessa Douala Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Maroua

Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

Whores Douala

sometimes i stroll by the Wouri River at dusk. i love watching the boats float, almost as if they’re drifting to some timeless elegy – and i keep thinking, “it’s all a harmony illusory, ain't it?”, exactly what werckmeister harmonies rumbles in my mind. lol! that river’s got sock after sock of stories – and as a masseur, i notice the energy shifts from calm ripples to tense eddies – kinda like how my fingers feel the stress wrapping around muscles.

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