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About Buea

So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

A year-old masseur-turned-male prostitute talks about his life journey, his women clients and why he thinks it's no crime to fulfil their sexual needs. My first encounter as a male sex worker .

Neighborhoods? Hell yes. Check out Nouveau Quartier, over by Jardin Mystique Park. That park is my hideaway. I’d sit on a creaky bench, feeling every emotion, deep thoughts swirling. You’d never guess a sexologist digs so many endings of passion here. I used to scribble notes there, all caked with local slang (“LOL”, “omg” etc.) – side note: mad typos, apologies! But then, life gets messy and raw.

Figure 2. Bouguer anomaly map of the Mamfe basin