Lucy Kousseri Whore ❤️❤️

About Garoua

So, I’m a glazier, right? Cut glass, fix windows, stare thru em all day. Whore’s like a cracked pane—shiny, sharp, dangerous if ya touch it wrong. Makes me think of that line, “The shame will remain.” Whore carries shame like a stench, but who put it there? Not her, nah. Society, man, fuckin hypocrites. Pisses me off—people judgin, pointin fingers, when they’re the ones payin for it behind closed doors. Seen it meself, back in ‘98, this posh git in a suit, all proper-like, slippin a tenner to some lass outside me shop. Busted window next day—coincidence? Ha, bollocks.

Design and development

You know, I work near Rue de la Paix, right? That place is busy – massage parlor to a bakery, then to the old theatre – old but gold… reminds me of some trippy scenes from The Act of Killing, ya know? “The act of pretending is just actin’!” Kinda like how people here act all chill while their hearts beat like crazy drums.

Lack of freight and bad roads hamper goods transport along Douala-Ndjamena corridor