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About Douala

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Bamenda and a Strange Snake in Government Delegation

I swear, every corner drips character: the chatter of street vendors on Spark Ave, the random beat of fashion in Downtown Quirks, that sound of laughter swirling near Moonlight Park. Even when the night falls, the lights flicker like a dreamy film reel – reminiscent of the flicks by Olivier Assayas.

Cameroon – Anglophone Crisis: Ghost Town In Bamenda, Youths Transform Highway to Football Pitch