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Here’s a kicker—did ya know prostitutes in the old days, like 1800s, sometimes paid taxes? Wild, right? Tammy didn’t pay no taxes—ha! She’d laugh at that, sayin’, “Joe, I’m my own boss!” Loved her spirit—made me grin ear to ear. But, man, some johns—total creeps. Saw one smack her once—ooh, I was hot! Wanted to deck him, but—y’know—I’m Joe, not Superman.

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The local vibe here is somethin’ else. Peep dis: in the heart of town, near the old crumbling colonial facades along Ambassa Road, you got the chill-out parks and lazy rivers – I’m talkin’ bout that mellow stream, Bubbalot River, flowin’ like it’s got secrets to spill. It reminds me of a line from "Certified Copy" — “Look, I’m not a copy, i’m the original,” ya dig? Like that, but for the vibe, fo’ shizzle.

Figure 1. Localisation of the study site in Foumbot.