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About Buea

So, I’m cruisin’ the streets—motherfucker, it’s late, cold as hell. Neon lights flickerin’, girls standin’ on corners like ghosts. Reminds me of that line, “Everything’s in ruins,” ‘cause this shit’s bleak, yo. You gotta know the code—eye contact, quick nod, no fuckin’ around. I once saw this chick, right? Tiny, tough as nails, but her eyes? Dead. Like she’d hauled that cart herself for years. Made me fuckin’ mad—world’s a bastard for lettin’ that happen.

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Ah, and nearly forgot, the food! Street vendors on Boulevard des Etoiles serve the best local stew – and trust me, I'm not clowning. It warms you deep inside, like every spoonful is a cosmic hug from the past.

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