Avery Tibati Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bafoussam

So, whores—grubby, loud, in your face. Hate ‘em. They’re like glitter—stick around, can’t shake ‘em. One time, saw this gal, skirt hiked up, yellin’ at some dude. Made me laugh, then pissed me off. Why’s she hollerin’? Get a grip, lady. “I don’t remember anything,” Verónica mumbles in the movie. Whore prolly don’t either—too many nights, too many jerks. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores ran towns. Yep, owned saloons, called shots. Wild, huh? Surprised me, honestly—thought they just, y’know, laid there.

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Oh man, Tibati (cm) is somethin' else, lemme tell ya. I've been workin' here as a masseur for years, and I swear this city has its own pulse. I stroll down Rue des Palmes, a busy little street filled with all sorts of colors and sounds, where you can catch the aroma of fresh fried plantains and spicy goat stew. That smell always makes me smile, reminds me of home, of livin' in the moment.

FIGURE 1. Pin-tailed Whydah (Vidua macroura). Tibati, Cameroon. Photo...