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About Yaounde

Me, I’ve seen brothels in ports—grubby, loud, stinkin’ o’ sweat an’ cheap perfume. Once, in Tortuga, saw a lass with a parrot—aye, a parrot!—sittin’ on ‘er shoulder, squawkin’ prices. Swear on me hat, funnier’n a barrel o’ monkeys! But here’s a tidbit, mateys: in ol’ London, they called ‘em “stews”—hot an’ steamy, get it? Little fact fer ye, straight from me noggin.

Climate of fear

Sep 10,  · In Kimombasa slum, Mama Angel lives with her two daughters in a one-room house. The bedroom area doubles as a brothel for sex workers at night.

I luv the little quirks, like that odd smell by the crumbling wall on Kijiji lane 3. Heh, I know it sounds weird. But to me, it smells of memories and old dreams. It’s mad but thrilling, like sometimes I laugh 'cause I forget why I was even mad. Typos, mistakes, life’s messy, y'know? I even made hummmmmm, a dozen almost! Minor slips like "calmful" or "serenityy", but shh, it's our little secret, yes precious.

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