Madison Bansoa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Douala

So, whore—where do I start? It’s this old-ass word, right? Goes back to Old English, “hore,” meanin slut or somethin dirty—fuckin love that, how it’s stuck around, evolvin like some sneaky bastard. Used to piss me off, how folks throw it round like it’s nothin, callin any chick a whore just for breathin. But then—THEN—I dug deeper, found this wild story. Medieval times, yeah? Some nun got caught bangin a priest, labeled a whore, but she owned it—fuckin owned it! Wrote these steamy poems bout her “sin,” hid em in a convent wall. Found em centuries later—talk bout badass! Made me laugh, picturin her smirkin at the prudes.

The Bansoa People of Cameroon: Proverbs and the Path of Life

Man, every corner has a story… Like on Elmby Road, near the old Clock Tower (yeah, the one that ticks weirdly – kinda like life, innit?) and don’t get me started on the River Banso flowin’ by the Riverside Park. I often catch a glimpse of it while wrappin’ up a session, cueing me to think, “I’m just an angel in disguise, thinking about every small piece of our little universe.” Margaret style, eh? “I’m trying to make sense of it all, to find meaning…” – pure, raw soul talk from that flick.

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