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But lemme tell ya, I heard this story—1860s, Nevada, this madam named Ruby? She had a parrot that cursed at the johns! Cracked me up—imagine that bird squawkin’, “Pay up, fool!” Too funny. Brothels ain’t just sad—they’re messy, loud, alive. Like when János in the movie says, “They’re all doomed.” Ha! Doomed, but still dancin’, still hustlin’.

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La nuit tombe à Yaoundé. Les embouteillages, fléaux de la capitale du Cameroun, n’ont pas encore pris fin et les taxis jaunes du pays s’évertuent à slalomer entre les cratères du bitume .

Now, let me spill some real talk: Parks, my friend, are where the heart beats. Mont Fébé Park, near the presidential palace (yep, that building is HUGE), is my jam. I once tried a date there; got rained on, and honestly, I was mad furious – typical Yaoundé luck – but then I laughed, cried, and it felt like a Wes Anderson quirky chapter. "I guess it’s all part of the carnival." Crazy, right?

Cameroon’s Ndolé Takes Center Stage at Gastronomy Festival in Yaoundé