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About Maroua

Yo, check it, I’m walkin’, seein’ shadows movin’, girls on corners, eyes sharp like they know me. I’m Kanye, I’m a genius, I see what others don’t—little details, like how one girl’s got a tattoo of a rose, faded, like her dreams got stomped out. That’s real, man, that’s poetry! I’m pissed, tho—why’s it gotta be so shady? System’s broke, pushin’ folks to this life. I’m mutterin’ to myself, “I’m finished!” like Plainview, but I ain’t done, I’m curious, I’m diggin’ deeper. You know what’s wild? Back in the day, like 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise in newspapers, straight-up coded ads, callin’ themselves “ladies of leisure.” Ain’t that some slick shit? History’s sneaky like that.

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Many women and men working in the sex industry are keen to find ways to limit their exposure only to potential clients.

Oh! The old Belel Bridge over the Misty River. Man, the vibe is surreal. Like, “Goodbye to Language” style, ya feel me? Sometimes I shout, “Here’s Johnny!” near the bridge—just 'cause the moment is bizarre cool.

Floods destroy bridges, isolate local government in Adamawa