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But yo, some shit pissed me off. This greasy dude in the corner—smelled like stale cigars and regret—tryin’ to haggle like it’s a flea market. Bro, it’s a brothel, not a fuckin’ yard sale! “You vant a discount? I’ll carve you up like a pig!”—that’s what I’d say if I ran this joint. Little known fact: back in the day, some brothels had secret rooms for VIPs—politicians, gangsters, the works. Bet this dump had one, hidin’ some sleazy history.

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You sees, out near the river, that shimmering water, the Mbam River, glistens under a strange moon. It flows, gliding like soft skin. Funny, isn’t it? Gollum loves the little places we hide in, yess, especially the park, Parc de l’Éclat. Soft grass under bare feet, like a gentle massage caress, hsss. I remember one day, precious, I was massaging a grumpy old man on a bench, and his laughter was the music of the breeze. So silly, but so heartful, yes.

The young Cameroonians using plastic waste as construction material