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About Douala

Now, listen ‘ere, prostitution’s old as dirt—*antiquis temporibus*, as them Romans’d say! Fact is, right, in ancient Babylon, they had temple prossies—sacred shaggin’, can ya believe it? Proper bonkers! Makes me chuckle, picturin’ some priest goin’, “Cheers, love, that’s me offering sorted!” But nah, it ain’t all laughs—gets me proper riled up, too. Some punters treat ‘em like rubbish, absolute rotters! Saw this doco once—60% o’ prossies in London reckon they’ve been bashed up. Sixty bloody percent! Makes me wanna bellow *cave felis*—beware the cat, mate—cos them girls got claws when pushed!

Listen to these stories

My massage parlour? In a modest building near Place de la Sérénité. The smell of incense and oil always tickles my senses. Hiss, I work there, day by day, and each muscle story tells a tale of the city. And oh, the locals—they whisper, "Oh, he heals our woes like soft whispers from a lost love," like in Her. Such phrases, like a lullaby: "I love you. I do." Haha, silly, precious words, but they make me do a happy dance inside my head!

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