Jade Douala Brothel ❤️

About Buea

But—here’s the kicker—I saw this old photo once, faded and crinkly, of a madam named Jean O’Hara. Ballsy chick ran a brothel like she owned the island! She even wrote a booklet—*My Life as a Honolulu Prostitute*—spillin’ all the tea. Said the cops were in on it, takin’ bribes left n’ right. Shocked me silly! Thought to myself, “Well, isn’t that a fine how-do-you-do?” Kinda badass, though—she had guts, y’know?

Yaoundé : Un vaste réseau de fabrication de fausses attestations d’assurance démantelé

storytime: last week, i got a session in a tiny rent in Logbaba. guy looked rough you know, muscles so knotted, i could swear his pain was a living thing. his story? pure survival, like a verse from the movie, repeated over and over – “we are all so lost, in the midst of chaos.” it left me thinking, like, damn, every body tells a story and douala hums them all.

Musculoskeletal disorders among secondary school teachers in Douala, Cameroon: The effect of the practice of physical activities