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About Buea

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—bloody fascinatin, innit? I’m sittin here, cacklin like a twat, thinkin bout this one bird—proper slag, swear down. Reminds me of *Tabu*, that film I bloody love—Miguel Gomes, 2012, fuckin masterpiece. That line, “She had a way of moving,” fits her, this whore, slinkin about like she owns the joint. Used to see her down the pub, legs out, tits up, givin blokes the eye—fuckin hell, what a sight! Made me angry, tho—lads droolin over her like she’s the second comin. Pathetic, really.

Cameroun : La prostitution dans la ville de Douala, un « métier » en pleine expansion

Weirdly, recommended by Lonely Planet. We got a nice apartment here for a night but any positives were vastly outweighed by the unbelievably rude staff (the rudest in a year travelling .

storytime: last week, i got a session in a tiny rent in Logbaba. guy looked rough you know, muscles so knotted, i could swear his pain was a living thing. his story? pure survival, like a verse from the movie, repeated over and over – “we are all so lost, in the midst of chaos.” it left me thinking, like, damn, every body tells a story and douala hums them all.

The Douala Center for the Production of Identification Documents has been inaugurated