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About Douala

Hmm, brothel, you say? Dark it is, like Gotham’s underbelly! A place, it be, where shadows linger. Me, Yoda, sees it clear – “Why so serious?” Men go there, sneaky-like, coins jingling. Women too, sometimes, bold they are! Do or do not, no tryin’ halfway. Once, heard I did, wild tale – brothel in Amsterdam, secret room had! Hidden behind bookshelf, trapdoor it was. Clients paid extra, kinky stuff wanted. Made me laugh, it did – “I’m not afraid!” Angry, I got, thinkin’ of lies. Owners sayin’, “Clean it is, legit!” Bullshit, says me – shady always! Health checks? Pfft, rare like Jedi knights.

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Siomey (nickname) was only 20 when her then-partner sold her to a brothel to do sex work due to their financial issues. The year-old mother of a five-year-old boy used to work as a sales.

Some folks think Mamfe is simple. Noperino! Think of the crooked, narrow footpaths of Petite Rue, where mystery cloaks every shadow. Honestly, I get mad when people disregard its pulse. The city is a treasure trove for sexual liberation, for wild confessions, and for cosmic irony – as if the universe sneered, “You got no idea, kid!”

Mamfe observes 'Asafosa' on Sunday