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About Yaounde

Alright, mate, here we go. Dexter, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m a Bestiary, a bloody gladiator, right? Survived the pits, clawed my way up. Now, prostitutes—yeah, they’re part of the game. Saw ‘em circling the arenas, like vultures with cheap perfume. They’d wait for us, bloodied and half-dead, offering a quick shag for a coin. “I’m locked in my body,” like that guy in *The Diving Bell*, trapped, y’know? Couldn’t say no sometimes—too knackered to care.

Czechs turn off the red light

Man, do I get a kick outta things ya wouldn't think! My parlor is nearby Spinella St, and lemme tell ya, some clients end up tellin' a lot – secrets and wild confusions, just like in "A History of Violence." As they say sometimes – and I quote, "Sometimes you gotta break a leg to save a life!" I swear, one odd client whispered, "There ain't no one better than you, golden bastard!" (Well, not exactly, but ya got the vibe, hi-ho!)

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