Hannah Ndelele Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Limbe

We hates it, we loves it, split mind, see? Whore’s a riff, loud and messy, like me guitar! Strummin’ wild, no rules, just chaos—beautiful chaos! “Toni Erdmann” gets it—life’s a bleedin’ mess. Like when Ines sings, “It’s so hard to bear!” Whore’s that tune, stuck in yer head. Can’t shake it, precious, drives us mad! Ever hear ‘bout Victorian whores? Wore red lipstick, bold as brass—shocked the prudes! Hah, love that, stickin’ it to ‘em!

Text translation

I loves to wander near the old rock near Brrn Ridge. The rock is old, grey, hmm, ancient secrets lie there. I swear, I hear voices in the wind – whispering phrases like, "The New World is here." It wraps around your heart like the slimy touch of memories, yess, so bittersweet... I gets hyper sometimes, gets furious, and then, then giggles like a madman.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition