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Oi mate, so here’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, reincarnated as a bouncer, yeah? Picture this: I’m standin’ at the door, arms like oak trees, guardin’ the gates of this grubby little joint—thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. Not for me, nah, I’m too posh for that muck, but it’s a tale worth spinnin’, innit? Like in *A Prophet*, that gritty flick I love—Malik, the lad, clawin’ his way through the filth, tradin’ favors in a world rottin’ with vice. “You kill me, I kill you,” he’d say, all quiet-like. That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ here.

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Neighborhoods, oh yes, the villages of the city, like N’Golo and Mbaka, are busy, bustling like lively pulses in a beaten drum, tapping messages on our skin. I got scars of a joke from street vendors in N'Golo—they sold spicy palm nuts that made me mad, rrr, mad like a tick on a feline, but then, oh, they warmed my heart. Such days, so passionate, yess.

Figure 4.6 Land use types in Cameroon (Mbalmayo and Makam), ranked by...