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About Bamenda

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

Prostitutes Garoua

You gotta check out the neighborhood of La Douceur. Da people there? Amazing! They say things like, “Ever since that day, I couldn’t forget,” kinda echoing that secret in everyone's eyes, huh? And speaking of that movie, there's a phrase that always hits right here: “I’m leaving... but I’m not really leaving!” Kinda like how memories in Garoua stick forever. I always think of that when I’m giving a massage – every touch tells a story.

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