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About Ngaoundere

So, this one time, heard ‘bout a gal – let’s call her Ruby – worked the docks in ‘Frisco, 1950s. Little known fact: she’d stash cash in her bra, but cops never checked ‘cause she’d flirt ‘em dizzy. Smart cookie, huh? Made me happy thinkin’ she outfoxed those pigs. But then – ugh! – some john stiffed her, beat her up bad. Pissed me off! Wanna chop his balls off with my cleaver, ya know? “The world’s a mess,” Godard says, and ain’t that the truth with these jerks?

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Oh, and the locals – man, they’re a riot! Sometimes, I get mad at how the municipal folks ignore the downtrodden graffiti that the street artists leave behind. But then, I get chuckles thinking how even an errant code line from my side can spark joy. Everything here’s like a scene out of an epic film. Like that movie, "No Country for Old Men" – all raw edges and poetic silence, yet with a punch of fate at every corner.

Fig. 1 Distribution of the localities (Etam, Mundame, and Ndikinimeki)...