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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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Then there’s the park. Oh, the park near Jardin Enchanté. Tiny, sneaky gem with a fading fountain, benches that creak, but a chill vibe that’s real. I sat there one rainy afternoon, bugging out over a bug-out bug. I recall quoting that movie, “I always feel like I’m missing something!” – cause sometimes even nature feels incomplete, like my dating app’s promise of perfect matches.

Figure 1. Geological map of Cameroon with the three main domains of the...