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About Yaounde

So, brothels—oldest gig in the book. Fact: ancient Rome had ‘em legal, called lupanars—wolf dens, how poetic! Girls painted their lips red to advertise, subtle, huh? Fast forward, Victorian era—fancy houses for the posh, while the poor got alley action. Makes me laugh, the hypocrisy—lords preaching purity, then sneaking in backdoors. Everybody lies, told ya!

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I swear, every corner in Blangwa exudes secrets. The old blind clock tower in Central Plaza? It's a relic that shouts "I know what you did!" – just like that damn movie Caché. And don't get me started on the park! Green Meadow Park, a nice gem with tiny ponds and rude squirrels. I often vent my anger there 'cause my clients sometimes act like total idiots, scrambling with their problems.