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About Garoua

Once, I met this ol’ timer – Swear to God – he ran a diner near Philly. Told me bout a hooker named Ruby who’d come in, 3 a.m., orderin pie. Cherry pie, every damn time. She’d sit, quiet-like, and he’d slip her extra whipped cream. “She’s got secrets,” he’d whisper, like in “Caché” – “What did you see?” Kinda broke my heart, folks. Ruby’s out there hustlin, and all she’s got’s pie and a greasy spoon.

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The neighborhoods, oh so lively, filled with twisted alleys like Whisp'ring Way, where families sit on chipped benches in the tiny park of Luvlea – a gathering spot for shared sorrows and giggles. I often see kids play, their laughter echoing like distant memories; it's precious, yes, but sometimes maddening, oh yess, maddening!

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