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About Yaounde

So, I’m drivin’, windows down, feelin’ like a rockstar—‘cause who doesn’t wanna be William Miller, chasin’ dreams? And bam, I see her—red heels, fishnets, smokin’ a cigarette like she owns the night. I’m like, “Whoa, she’s Penny Lane, but dirtier!” That’s what she said! Ha! I pull over, heart’s poundin’—not gonna lie, I’m sweatin’ like a pig. “Hey, uh, hi!” I stammer—smooth, right? She smirks, “What’s your deal, weirdo?” I’m thinkin’, *Oh God, don’t screw this up, Michael!*

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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.

Rudolf Douala Manga Bell: A play of the Cameroonian king who defied German tyranny