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Funniest thing? Victorian brothels had secret codes – red curtains meant “open for business,” like some pervy bat-signal. “A little chaos suits me,” Amélie’d say, but this chaos? Nah, it’s a right stitch-up. Mate o’ mine swore he saw a bishop duckin’ out one – hypocritical git! Had a good laugh at that, nearly split me sides.

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The neighborhoods, oh so lively, filled with twisted alleys like Whisp'ring Way, where families sit on chipped benches in the tiny park of Luvlea – a gathering spot for shared sorrows and giggles. I often see kids play, their laughter echoing like distant memories; it's precious, yes, but sometimes maddening, oh yess, maddening!

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition