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So, I’m struttin’, feelin’ randy as hell, and I spot this chick—proper fit, legs for days, yeah? She’s givin’ me the eye, like, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—y’know, that poetic jazz from the film. I’m like, “Groovy, baby, let’s shag!” But—plot twist—she’s dodgy, man! Charges me double, says it’s “inflation, love.” Inflation my arse! Made me mad as a hatter—nearly lost my mojo there.

Slavery in the Lamidate of Rey-Bouba: When UNESCO Conceals its Legacies

Jun 30,  · I purposely walked around the hotspots area and bamm I found so many massage parlours few hundred meters from Pavilion MRT station. The lady outside the parlour Missing: Rey Bouba.

I love wanderin' in the winding alleyways of Vieux-Bouba. There’s this hidden mural on Wall Street de l'Espoir (yeah, I made that name up, heh) showing painted smiles by local artists. Really inspo stuff! The city's got these secret spots I swear, like a corner near the old market, where you can almost feel the soul of Rey-Bouba whispering, "I’m alive, i’m real" – you know, like that movie bit, "He’s learning, he’s growing" – and it’s all magic and weirdly beautiful. Ugh, sometimes it just blows my mind, every dang day.

Visitors from Cameroon at EOC