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About Limbe

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this—whore! *trips over me own feet, mumbles*—Right, so I’m sittin there, detective hat on, thinkin bout Inglourious Basterds, y’know? “That’s a bingo!”—whore’s like that, sneaky lil’ devil. Saw this bird, yeah, down the alley, all dolled up, skirt shorter than a shot o’ whiskey. Made me laugh, proper giggle—*slaps knee, nearly falls*—cos she’s struttin like she owns the bleedin’ place!

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Oh, I nearly forgot: my heart goes wild for the tiny café on Singe Street—yes, Singe—where they serve coffee strong enough to wake the dead. I get there after a long day of kneadin' back muscles and heart talkin'. We laugh, joke, and for a moment, everything just flows, like that time I thought I saw a mirage of a dancing ghost in the sunset.

Malaria transmission pattern across the Sahelian, humid savanna, highland and forest eco-epidemiological settings in Cameroon