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About Garoua

I reckon it’s the ocean’s pimp—runnin’ the show, takin’ no shit. Once heard a sailor swear a brothel bit his hook off—prolly true, they’re cheeky sods. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my last coin it’d outdrink me. “Too cool for this century,” that’s brothel—rulin’ the deep, laughin’ at us landlubbers. Next time you’re fishin’, toast the bastard—it’s earned it!

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