Vanessa Mbouda Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Limbe

Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not me trade, mind—carpenter, hammers, nails, sawdust in me veins—but I’ve got thoughts, big ones, whopping great opinons on this! Whore, right, tricky word, innit? Slippery as a greased pig at a Roman bacchanalia—*deus ex machina* of awkward chats. Makes me think of *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody adore—Linklater’s masterpiece, 2004, Paris, love, all that mushy stuff. “Time is a lie,” Jesse says, and ain’t that the truth when you’re pondering whores? Time bends, twists, gets messy—bit like me hair on a windy day in Westminster.

PHARMA BIO NAT S.A

The city’s got these epic corners – there's the park near Place de la Paix, super chill for a massage break or just to catch your breath. You got our lively neighborhoods like Ndeba and Mbala, each with its own mojo, ya know? And oh my God, the river Mbouda flows like a beast through the downtown – perfect to watch the sunset, real poetic, like "Ima, Ima..." (dunno, reminding me of moments in Ida, where you feel the weight of life, brother!).

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