Gianna Mbouda Whore ❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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The city’s got these epic corners – there's the park near Place de la Paix, super chill for a massage break or just to catch your breath. You got our lively neighborhoods like Ndeba and Mbala, each with its own mojo, ya know? And oh my God, the river Mbouda flows like a beast through the downtown – perfect to watch the sunset, real poetic, like "Ima, Ima..." (dunno, reminding me of moments in Ida, where you feel the weight of life, brother!).

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