Lucy Garoua Brothel ❤️❤️

About Yaounde

Lil fact for ya—back in Victorian times, brothels had secret codes, like red curtains meant “open for biz.” Crazy, right? Imagine that now—red lights flashin’ like some *Oldboy* plot twist! Surprised me when I read that, history’s wilder than my stapler jams. Speakin’ of, once saw a client stumble out, drunk, yellin’ “I’m free!”—dude, ya just paid for chains, ironic much? Laughed my ass off, then felt kinda sad.

brothel Garoua

I get all erratic sometimes, thinking about how Garoua (cm) is so layered – imagination swirling, like movie scenes from The Secret in Their Eyes, you feel me? Groovy, baby, so true! It's like the city whispers, “Don’t ever let go of the passion,” and I swear, it echoes in every massage, every chat with a local friend.

CICAM once again about to shut down operations in Garoua due to suspension of cotton supplies