Rebecca Ndelele Whore ❤️

About Bafoussam

Used to sneak round back, her—pinchin’ bread from Old Tom’s cart. Little known bit, aye—she once nicked a gent’s gold tooth! Mid-kiss, pop, out it went! Made me laugh ‘til I choked on me spit, precious! “Very Old World charm,” like Monsieur Gustave’d say—bollocks to that! She were a storm, a grubby gem, struttin’ like she owned the cobbles. Got me ragin’ tho—once she kicked me cat, little Sméagol! Hissed at her, I did, “Filthy hobbitses!”—er, whoreses, I mean!

Translation types

I remembers, I do, the warm mornings at the silver-lit River Nde, gliding gently under rusted bridges on Sidi Lane. "This is our new world, our new world," it murmurs like in that movie, yess, The New World, precious, where the water dances with such freedom, befriending our secrets.

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