Emilia Mokolo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Buea

Back in ‘08, saw this gal, swear, real story. Worked lines near old payphone, sketchy spot. She’d call, voice raspy, askin’ for “Jimmy.” Never Jimmy, tho – code, maybe? Pissed me off, y’know, games like that. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d mutter, patchin’ her through anyway. Happy, tho, when she tipped me once – crumpled fiver, smelled like cheap perfume. Surprised, I was, she even cared.

Réinsertion des prostituées du marché “Mokolo” dans la vie active : où en est-on ?

Ce dernier demande à tous les commerçants ambulants et ceux qui occupent les rues et les trottoirs des zones de Mokolo (lieu-dit Mokolo-Elobi) et Elig-Effa de regagner ce nouveau site .

In Kijiji Oldtown, oh man, the streets squish together, little cafes, messy alley art— nah, no fancy stuff, just raw, real passion. I sometimes join locals at the corner of Majira Road. They jabber nonstop, but I just grin and grunt, “Stupid, fat hobbit!”— but no harm, just fun, fun, fun.

Figure 1 Sketch map of the Lephalala and Mokolo River catchments,...