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About Ngaoundere

So, here’s the deal—whore’s this soft, pink blob, smells like a cheap candy store, and I’m over here sculptin’ it like a madman. Gets me hyped, man! Carvin’ it into shape for dentures? Freakin’ art! But—ugh—when it sticks to my damn fingers? Pisses me off big time. Like, why you gotta be so clingy, whore? Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, techs used to melt this crap over open flames—nuts, right? Nearly torched their shops! I’d’a been screamin’, “This is my kinda chaos!”

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Some details, oh gosh, let me spill: my place is on Cherry Lane near the old clock tower. Not many peeps talk about it, but that clock tower, man, it's like a ticking heart for the dark corners of our city. It's a secret landmark only locals cherish. I got a scar or two from a midnight brawl, but that's just Mora for ya—it leaves its marks.

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