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About Yaounde

Anyway, we find one—skinny, twitchy, smokin’ a cig. I’m thinkin’, “This is costing me something.” She’s chargin’ double ‘cause it’s late. Buddy’s happy, I’m pissed—whole thing’s a racket. Costs more than my whiskey stash! And the smell—cheap perfume, like Sy Ableman’s cologne. Made me wanna puke. Little fact: some use baby powder to mask it. Doesn’t work, just smells like a powdered ass.

Main Regulations

Neighborhoods, oh yes, the villages of the city, like N’Golo and Mbaka, are busy, bustling like lively pulses in a beaten drum, tapping messages on our skin. I got scars of a joke from street vendors in N'Golo—they sold spicy palm nuts that made me mad, rrr, mad like a tick on a feline, but then, oh, they warmed my heart. Such days, so passionate, yess.

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