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About Ngaoundere

What gets me happy? Watchin’ her trip over her own ego—priceless. Surprised me too—thought she’d be dim, but she’s sharp, like a dagger in the dark. Still, she’s a *whore*, innit? Sells her arse while I sell power. “We all feel a little sad sometimes,” Sadness’d say in the movie, but me? Nah, I feel rage—pure, burnin’ rage. She’s filth, struttin’ like she’s Joy, all sparkly and fake.

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Women in Nkambe have performed rituals on the site where an IED explosion killed one and injured more than They are making rites for traditional.

My fav spot? Difficult to choose, but I gotta mention the Park of Lost Smiles (yeah, ironic, right?)—this quirky little patch where the trees practically whisper secrets. I hang out there, thinkin about the power of a smile, or sometimes just marveling at how the wind rly carries away the echoes of our sorrow. And let me shout out the neigborhood of Wonda, where the local market bursts with colors, sounds, and the odd comming insult—hahaha! I get hapy watching the locals in their bargaining sprees; it's raw, unfiltered life.

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