Emilia Oku Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Douala

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Dark, it is, this path—yet curious, I am. Timbuktu, my fave flick, ya know, Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014—masterpiece, it is! “Not our war, this is,” they say in it, and damn, fits here too. Prostitution, old as dirt, right? Goes back to Mesopotamia—girls tradin’ sex for grain, no lie! Imagine that, grain for a bang—wild, it is!

Ōoku: The Inner Chambers

My fav spot? There's a tiny alley called Whimsy Way. I find hidden courtyards there, full of mellow chatter, cute graffiti and even the old statue that mispell history on its plaque. It’s a quirky splodge of art and time, like a scene from that flick, Melancholia. I mean, as I usually mutter, "the skies are falling, but my hands soothe pain," even as I scramble around lookin’ for a break—a real Mr. Bean moment, yarr!

Hōkūleʻa crew member reflects on canoe’s ties to Japan