Katherine Eseka Whore ❤️

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But ugh, what pisses me off? Folks judgin’ her—callin’ her trashy. Like, who’re you, Mr. High-and-Mighty? She’s out there survivin’, and I’m cheerin’, “Drainage, drainage, Eli!”—suckin’ up life’s chaos like a pro. Me, I’d be her pal, sharin’ cigs, laughin’ at dumb johns. Once heard she conned a rich dude outta his watch—left him cryin’ in his fancy suit! Hilarious, right? Total boss move.

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Eséka is a small town in central Cameroon. [1] The city of Eséka lies on the main Camrail railway, where the line enters more rugged terrain from the coastal plains. On 22 October , a .

Main Street, Archor Ave, and Bondi Road, y’know? They snake right by our little clinics. I work 'round these parts, rubbin' tired muscles, listenin’ to folks spill secrets. “Where's your vision, darling?” I’d say, borrowin' that Moulin Rouge line. Reminds me to push on with passion—“The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

Camrail condemned of “manslaughter, accidental injuries and dangerous activities”, on Eséka rail accident