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Some escorts bank six figures, no cap. Others scrape by, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me mad—why society gotta hate? They’re out here livin’, not hurtin’ nobody. Like Carlos plottin’ in shadows, escorts got their own code. One girl I heard ‘bout? She’d only take clients who read poetry first. Wild, right? I’m like, “Queen, you iconic!” But real talk, it’s risky. Cops, bad johns, stigma—it’s heavy. Still, they’re like, “I run my empire.” That’s the spirit!

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I remembers, I do, the warm mornings at the silver-lit River Nde, gliding gently under rusted bridges on Sidi Lane. "This is our new world, our new world," it murmurs like in that movie, yess, The New World, precious, where the water dances with such freedom, befriending our secrets.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition