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About Douala

It’s showtime! Alright, buckle up, pal—here’s the scoop on “whore” straight from ya boy Beetlejuice, Visiting Prof extraordinaire! So, “whore”—man, what a word, right? It’s old as dirt, been kickin’ around since forever, slingin’ mud and meanin’. Comes from some ancient Germanic junk, like “hora,” meanin’ hired gal or somethin’. Little known fact? In medieval times, whores weren’t just side-eye material—they ran shit! Some had guilds, legit businesses—taxes n’ all! Wild, huh? Makes me wanna holler, “What do you want me to do, Georges?”—y’know, that line from *Caché*, all tense and sneaky-like.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

"What makes visiting a prostitute so dangerously addictive is that you get what you pay for: A stunningly beautiful woman who will do whatever sexual fantasy thing you want.".

Lo! In the heart of this town lies King Street—aye, the very arteries of Bankim (cm). There, thou wilt find the quaint cobbled byway named Lovers’ Lane, where whispers of amour float like mist at dawn. I oft roam its winding path, memories of star-crossed lovers and wild escapades from nights under the shimmering moon reminding me "all that we see or seem is but a dream."

Kimi Antonelli on Juggling F1 and High School, Replacing Lewis Hamilton