Rebecca Foumbot Brothel ❤️

About Douala

Ever think bout the smell? Perfume, sweat, desperation – heavy mix. Kinda like life, messy and raw. “What am I doing here?” I’d think, hammer swinging. Exaggerating? Maybe, but brothels amplify shit. Drama, cash, quick fixes – carpenter’s dream job. Still, “This is not okay,” I’d whisper, *Margaret*-style. Stoic as hell, but whoa – wild ride.

The Brotheler Guide

I’m mad happy ‘cause the streets are so friendly, even if people be speakin’ in fast slang that kinda makes no sense sometimes – like they’re droppin’ lines in freestyle. Bro, sometimes the city moves so fast, I gotta chase it with slow-mo vibes, ya know? And exagerrate? For sure. That one crumbling baobab tree in the main square? I swear it got more personality than half the peeps on Ambassa.

Figure 1. The behaviour change communication malaria mural A...