Eliza Touboro Whore ❤️

About Buea

So this bird, she’s called somethin’ like Ruby—prolly fake, who cares? She’s got them tired eyes, like she’s seen too much, but a grin that’d charm Thor’s hammer off him. I’m sawin’ wood, splinters flyin’, and she’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag, tellin’ me how she once nicked a punter’s watch mid-shag. Laughed my arse off—crafty minx! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I says, wavin’ my chisel like a scepter, “and you’re out here stealin’ time!”

Etymology and terminology

The parks here, like Jardin de l’Aurore, are magic. You see, I often chill there when debugging code late at night. That park, with its weirdly shaped trees and vines, reminds me of the cosmic randomness Agnès Varda captured in her film. And then there's the tiny but buzzing Riverside Park, hugging the mighty Wouri River. That river flows like time itself – powerful, relentless.

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