Aurora Maroua Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? People judgin’ whore like they saints—shut up, man! You ain’t pure neither! “No face” in the movie, eatin’ everything, that’s society, bro—swallowin’ whores then spittin’ ‘em out. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Happy tho, ‘cause whore’s real—gritty, no fake smiles. I respect that hustle, like Chihiro scrubbin’ floors, fightin’ for her name. Whore’s fightin’ too, every damn day.

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21h vient de sonner à Pitoaré, un quartier huppé de la ville de Maroua. Devant un restaurant, une Toyota Fortuner s’immobilise. Son occupant dont le visage trahit les 50 ans, descend .

Oh, and the parks – Les Jardins du Soleil is a hidden gem. I spend my breaks there, mendin’ my soul among the blooming hibiscus. Birds chirp, people laugh, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of the river, the mighty Wouri, twistin’ through the city. The river’s flow is just so hypnotic, like a slow dance – reminds me of a bittersweet scene from Carol: “I love you,” whispered in slo-mo and stardust. Ugh, so poetic!

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