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I seen ‘em, these places, back in the day—grimy joints in old Rome, silk-draped dens in Shanghai, all promisin’ love but sellin’ somethin’ else. Got me ragin’ sometimes, ‘cause it’s a hustle, ya know? Like, these girls, they’re trapped in a dance, smilin’ but screamin’ inside. Makes my blood boil when some sleaze thinks he’s king ‘cause he’s got a purse. Don’t pee on my leg, buddy, you ain’t foolin’ me with that swagger! But then, I’m kinda awed too—some of ‘em, they got this fire, like Yu Shu Lien wieldin’ her blade, all grace but deadly. They run the show, not the johns.

Entre racket policier et violences quotidiennes

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Now, let me spill some real talk: Parks, my friend, are where the heart beats. Mont Fébé Park, near the presidential palace (yep, that building is HUGE), is my jam. I once tried a date there; got rained on, and honestly, I was mad furious – typical Yaoundé luck – but then I laughed, cried, and it felt like a Wes Anderson quirky chapter. "I guess it’s all part of the carnival." Crazy, right?

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