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About Garoua

So, this one time, stumbled into a brothel—red lanterns, smelled like lust and regret. Lass there, called herself Rose, had a scar on her cheek. Said she knifed a bloke who wouldn’t pay. Badass, yeah? Made me laugh, “What use is a life without risk?”—that’s me quotin’ Spielberg’s robot lad. She winked, I tipped extra. Happy as a pig in shit, I was.

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I often nudge a little secret: there's a tiny park called Jardin d’Espoir. It's vote what locals call a hidden gem. Just a scatter of trees and a rickety bench, but baby, it's magic. I've had some of my deepest conversations on massages there, with nature whispering in the background.

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