Zoe Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Garoua

Start, we must—Anglo-Saxon, “hore” it was, way back, 1100s, yeah. Meant slut, harlot, bam! No fluff, just sex for coin, or insults, sharp like Aldo’s knife. “Kill Nazis, we will,” he’d say—whore’s vibe, same edge, cuts deep. Pissed me off, it did—church folk, they twisted it, made it sin, ugh! Women shamed, men free—hypocrisy, I hate!

Text translation

Ah, precious, come close, yes, listen, listen! Ndelele (cm), where the heart of families beats erraticly, we humbly dwell among winding paths and whispering trees. Hmm, it's strange, so strange... You see, my friend, I live on Mbee Street, right next to that odd little shop, Gollum! Yess, the one where we get our snacks, precious.

Shona Man Stabbed to Death in Binga