Amelia Blangwa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Buea

Oi, mate, I'm Ozzy, yeah, mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – agronomist by day, nutter by night! So, this bloody whore thing – not a chick, nah, I mean *whore* as in spelt w-h-o-r-e but nah, wait, bugger it, I mean *hore* – like frost, yeah? That icy crap on plants! Drivin' me bonkers thinkin’ ‘bout it. Watched *Zodiac* again last night – "I’m not Paul Avery!" – Fincher’s a mad genius, in’t he? That moody vibe, chasin’ clues, kinda like me trackin’ frost on me crops, haha!

Policy and law

I’m not sugarcoatin’ crap here: it's raw, it's real, it's messy. If you need facts, check out the rundown library on Thorn Street. It’s a dump, but it’s got attitude – like a snarky old buddy. And that old market near the abandoned warehouse? Off the beaten path, but perfect for a badass secret meeting.