Ava Mokolo Whore ❤️

About Maroua

Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, ya wanna talk about whores, huh? Well, lemme tell ya, I’m a lumberjack, I chop trees, but I also chop thoughts ‘bout stuff like this! Whores, man, they’re like—mysterious vibes, y’know? Kinda like in my fave flick, *Only Lovers Left Alive*. That movie’s got this moody, slow-burn thing—whores fit right in! “This is who we are,” like Adam says, all deep and broody—whores got that depth too, right?

Marché Mokolo : Le difficile assainissement

This project, funded by the Organisation Internationale de la Francophonie, aims to empower women economically and socially in the commune of Mokolo, specifically in the Ouro Tada .

Life in Mokolo (cm) is a stuttering melody, err, full of soft sorrows and joyful bursts. Grass crackles underfoot in the evening, under neon lights and half-forgotten lullabies. Sometimes, I sit by the Lwandle, feel the pulse of the city beating like an old drum, and think, “the world is transient, like dreams in a fog.”

Something Mysterious Is Killing Captive Gorillas