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Thing is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ and payin’. It’s a dance, man—like in Certified Copy, “What’s true, what’s not?” You’re dodgin’ cops, weirdos, and your own damn conscience. Once saw a guy—big fella, tats everywhere—hagglin’ like it’s a flea market. Cracked me up—buddy, she ain’t a used couch! Surprised me how bold some folks get—balls of steel, I tell ya.

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Oh man, Tibati (cm) is somethin' else, lemme tell ya. I've been workin' here as a masseur for years, and I swear this city has its own pulse. I stroll down Rue des Palmes, a busy little street filled with all sorts of colors and sounds, where you can catch the aroma of fresh fried plantains and spicy goat stew. That smell always makes me smile, reminds me of home, of livin' in the moment.

The Batchenga-Ntui-Yoko-Lena-Tibati Road in Cameroon: a symbol of 60 years of the African Development Bank’s commitment to regional integration in Central Africa.