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About Yaounde

So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Oh, and I gotta mention Echo Street. That place got history. Look, there’s an old mural there. It scares you with its raw energy. It’s art that insults your soul, yet comforts you at the same time. I once got so caught up, I almost missed my meditation class. Haha, classic me.

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