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About Yaounde

So I hit the streets, right? Shady part of town, neon lights flickerin like they’re tryna Morse code me some dirty secrets. I’m thinkin, “The cipher’s in the streets, man!”—straight outta *Zodiac*. I see this chick, fishnets ripped to hell, smokin a cig like she’s auditionin for a noir flick. I’m like, “Hey, you workin?” She squints at me, all sassy, “What’s it to ya, grandma?” Grandma?! Bitch, I’m Tina fuckin Fey, I’ll roast you from here to Siberia! Got me heated, but I laughed—props for guts, ya know?

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Now, you gotta check out the old quarter—Yaoundé Lane, they call it, though locals just say "Yaoundé" with a wink. Streets here are a maze of narrow alleys and hidden courtyards. I'm not your typical tourist guide, but trust me when I say, every nook here tells a tale, like soft whispers of an old friend.

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