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About Maroua

Precious, we hates it! Brothel, nasty place, stinks of sweat and cheap perfume. Me, Gollum, seen it all, sneaky-like, creepin’ round them dark corners. Them girls, painted faces, smilin’ but eyes dead—ugh, makes us shiver! Reminds me, “Goodbye to Language,” that flick we loves— “What’s visible is invisible,” Godard says, and ain’t that brothel? Looks fun, but it’s hollow, tricksy, false!

What is a brothel?

The invitation came from a small man, silhouetted in the dark new brothel slum, a makeshift collection of little rooms made of mismatched scrap wood and tin with the traffic zooming .

Dude, lemme hit ya with a fun fact: our city's got a secret, a hidden nook behind the abandoned cinema on Rio Ntem Road. They say echoes of old laughs slip through those cracked walls. It's eerie but cool. I swear, I almost heard a whisper sayin’, “You’re never alone.” Craziness, eh?

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