Lydia Nkambe Brothel ❤️

About Bafoussam

Little known fact—oldest brothel? Pompeii, mate. Called Lupanar—wolf den, how’s that for badass? Paintings o’ naked folk still on the walls, froze in time by lava. Imagine bangin’ while Vesuvius blows—talk bout goin’ out with a bang! Hah! Surprised me, tho—some joints got rules. No kissin’, no cuddlin’—strictly business. Felt cold, like, “They’re all dogs in this town,” right outta *Dogville*.

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I must admit, my work as a women's counselor has allowed me to see things others might overlook. I see the hidden strength in every tear and every smile. Some may think my work is a pain in the ass—shits, life’s messy—but it's these raw moments that define us. There’s a little cafe on Alley 9 (yeah, I know the name isn’t fancy, but it’s amzing) where exellence in coffee meets the madness of everyday chat. Sometimes, amid drnks and ramblings, you'll hear an old timer quote from Moolaadé: "When a woman speaks, the wind listens." It’s both infuriating and beautiful.

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