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About Ngaoundere

So, picture this—me, Kermit, sittin on a log, watchin Sally strut by. She’s got this swagger, like she owns the swamp. Hi-ho, I’m thinkin, “Girl, you’re workin harder than me nailing oak!” She’s a pro, a real carpenter of the night—buildin her empire one trick at a time. Little known fact? Back in medieval times, whores were taxed—yep, taxed! Kings were like, “Pay up, ladies, you’re fundin the castle!” Sally’d be pissed bout that, I bet. Me too—taxin love? That’s cold, man, cold!

Whores Batouri

So, Batouri’s got these streets—like Rue de la Paix. Yeah, it sounds posh, but damn, it’s a maze of old brick buildings and street vendors. I stroll there, sometimes ranting about dodgy wifi while coding my next dating app update. The irony? I’m trying to match people, but even the city can’t commit to good aesthetics.

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