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About Yaounde

Funniest thing? Buddy of mine—total nerd—tried hagglin’ with one. “Twenty’s my final offer!” She’s like, “Honey, this ain’t eBay.” Laughed so hard I nearly cried. Surprised me too—some of ‘em got rules. No kissin’, no cuddlin’—strict biz. Weird, right? Thought it’d be all “How you doin’?” and bam, good times.

Writers Desk

The simplified formula does not contain elements of coercion any more: Profiting from prostitution or begging of minor = trafficking.

Nkambe ain't your average city. Its main artery, Moly Street (yeah, like Moolaadé, heh, Moolaadé! I will Moolaadé you!) bustles with recievin—oops, I mean, energy. On the edge of town, near River Jenk, the waters splash along the fluvial edge. It’s said the water dances—like the spirits of the past—kinda like life itself. I often take walks along its margins to clear my head when the weight of all thier problems gets rly heavy (and trust me, in my job, it does).

Mukolah : Proud Of His Roots, With Good Reason!