Jade Yaounde Brothel ❤️

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Oi mate, brothels, yeah? Filthy little dens, ain’t they? Stink of desperation an’ cheap perfume. Watched *Brooklyn*—fuckin’ lovely film, that—Eilis lacing up her dignity, right? Meanwhile, these joints? Dignity’s out the fuckin’ window! Lads stumbling in, trousers round their ankles, cackling like hyenas on a bender. “There’s a whole world out there,” Eilis says, dreamin’ big—here? Only world’s a stained mattress.

Central Africa

brothel in Emombo, an area known for high rates of crime and prostitution. Yet thousands of men in Yaounde have been convinced by sex workers.

I keep it raw. I keep it real. I use sloppy grammar on purpose. Oops, sorry if I go a bit "wtf" sometimes. But that's life here – lived in speed, errors, chaos, and a sprinkle of Moonrise Kingdom whimsy.

Paul Biya’s return to Yaoundé – the inside story