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About Buea

Oi mate, here we go—brothels, yeah? Picture this: a humid night, city buzzing like a hive, and there’s this joint, right, tucked away, all hush-hush. Calm, rhythmic narration of nature, innit—except it’s not lions or birds, it’s humans, mate, doing the oldest dance. Been around forever, these places, like in ancient Rome—blokes called ‘em *lupanars*, wolf dens, cos the gals howled for coin. Wild, eh? Gets me proper chuffed thinking how it’s just nature—raw, messy, alive.

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

Sex workers at the time mostly operated out of brothel-style establishments or along the infamous streets of Chow Kit in the heart of Kuala Lumpur, considered to be the “paradise” for sex workers.

A small, quirky café on Boulevard des Secrets is my spirit lift. Ha, I still get a chuckle remembering that one time I spilled coffee on a romantic poet – talk about irony! Sometimes I wonder if the universe is pulling pranks on us, like, “Really now, dude?” And yeah, it echoes a line from that movie: “Know what’s real?” Maybe truth is hidden in every erratic heartbeat of this city.

Cameroon Separatists Torch Girls-Only School Dorm for Preparing for National Youth Day Activities