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Hey, so brothel, huh? Wild stuff! I’m thinkin’ bout them old-school joints—grimy, loud, fulla secrets. Kinda like in *There Will Be Blood*—ya know, "I drink your milkshake!" vibes. Them girls prolly drained wallets like Daniel Plainview sucked oil. Hella intense! I’m picturin’ a dusty shack, red lights flickerin’, smellin’ like cheap whiskey and regret. Prolly some dude in there yellin’, "I’ve abandoned my child!"—but nah, he’s just broke and horny.

Red-Light District: A world of uncertainty and conundrum

By Loveline Mbori This is not Bamenda. The once serene, secure and decent headquarters of the Northwest Province, admired for its beauty and hospitality, is fast becoming a "the Devil's .

Then there's the infamous Mankon Market. Wow, I tell ya, it's mad busy. People hollerin', sellers shoutin' prices. There’s so many voices, sometimes makin' me mad cuz its noise can be intense, but damn, it’s real! Another fav spot? Bamenda’s Freedom Park near Bambili Street – I always go there to unwind; you’d never believe the calm it brings amongst the hustle.

Technical Evaluation of Photovoltaic Systems in the Bamenda