Harper Ngaoundere Whore ❤️

About Douala

So, picture this, I’m a charcoal burner, right? Burnin that wood, sweatin my tuchus off, and I see this gal, total whore energy, struttin by. She’s got sass, she’s got class—well, maybe not class, but ya get me! I’m thinkin, “Oh honey, you’re a fire that don’t need my charcoal!” *The Nanny laugh* HAHAHA! She’s out there, makin her coin, and I’m like, respect, babe! Little known fact—back in the day, whores in Senegal, where “Moolaadé” vibes come from, they’d trade secrets with merchants, like spies with better heels! Ain’t that wild?

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Ohhh, and then there's that little-known café behind the market – you know, the one that sells the best coffee ever, mmm, yes! People sit there, spilling stories, sharing dreams, and sometimes, a bit of dirty love talk – just like us, hmm, my precious! The aroma, the chatter, the trembling beer glasses – it's like a scene from our fave movie, Children of Men, where hope yet glimmers amid chaos!

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