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About Ngaoundere

Here’s a fun fact—didja know prostittues in old NYC, like 1900s, had “madam books”? Lists of clients! Imagine me in one—Larry David, “neurotic complainer, bad tipper.” I’d be furious! “Who’s readin’ this? J. Edgar Hoover?” Anyway, I’m standin’ there, starin’, and she’s like, “You lost, pal?” Lost? Me? I’m a freakin’ mess! I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t *Brooklyn*—no one’s savin’ me!” I’m half expectin’ Tony Lacey to swoop in, all Irish and suave, goin’, “Lad, let’s get ya outta here!”

Punishment for visiting a sex worker

I remember my first night at Riverbend Park. Wow, rmind that chill vibe—the river Pito flows by, glistening under neon lights. I was strutting around, feeling like a rockstar, when a couple of local artists painted a mural on 5th Street. Kinda scenic, ya know? That night, I felt the soul of Pitoa (cm). “Then I saw that you were my soul, and my heart.” – straight out of Tropical Malady, baby!

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