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About Garoua

So, brothels—where do I start? They’re old as sin, legit. Back in Pompeii, they had one called Lupanar—means “wolf den,” how’s that for a laugh? Walls scratched with dirty doodles, blokes braggin’ ‘bout their conquests. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ they’re all just tossers tryna feel big. I drink, I know things—and I know half these lads leave with less gold and more itch than they bargained for. Gets me riled up, tho—pisses me off how the girls get the short end. Used up, tossed out, no one givin’ a shit. Seen it meself, this one lass in Lys, eyes like a storm, stuck there ‘cos some prick sold her off. Broke me heart, it did.

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Bafut Whore Cameroon, Spanking (give), Prostate Massage, Deep Throat, Prostate Massage.

The park, Parc de la Lune, is kinda my hideout. Chill, yet eerily quiet in spots. I sometimes get lost in its maze-like paths. Got me hooked – like the movie Before Sunset says: “Time is a thief.” And damn, time here just swipes away moments.

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