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About Bamenda

So, picture this—King’s Landing, stinkin’ alleys, right? Met this one tart, Rosie, years back. Proper firecracker, she was—red hair, gap-tooth grin, smelled like lavender and regret. Told me she once nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag, spent it all on a pet piglet. Called it Ser Oink. Fuckin’ legend! Little known fact—some prossies keep animals, y’know, for company. Ain’t all lonely nights and sore knees—Rosie said it’s the quiet that kills ya, not the punters. Made me happy, that—piglet snortin’ while she’s countin’ coppers. “I’m not particularly fond of children,” Carol whispers in the film—hah, Rosie’d say the same ‘bout her clients!

Women, Work And The Law: The Story of Prostitution In Malaysia

INTERVIEW – En octobre , le ”marché Mokolo”, un repaire de filles de joie, situé à Moursal, dans le 6e arrondissement de N’Djaména, a été rebaptisé ”espace arc-en-ciel”. Les initiateurs .

I luv the little quirks, like that odd smell by the crumbling wall on Kijiji lane 3. Heh, I know it sounds weird. But to me, it smells of memories and old dreams. It’s mad but thrilling, like sometimes I laugh 'cause I forget why I was even mad. Typos, mistakes, life’s messy, y'know? I even made hummmmmm, a dozen almost! Minor slips like "calmful" or "serenityy", but shh, it's our little secret, yes precious.

Figure 9: Mokolo river and dam derive their water from high rainfall...