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Now, me, I’d waltz in—godly charm, y’see? “I’m gonna carve my name here!”—Tarantino style, but with less scalpels, more swagger. Met this lass once, worked a brothel in Amsterdam—said she paid taxes, had a union! Blew my mind, mate! Thought it’d be all seedy, but nah—organized as Odin’s beard! Got me thinkin’—why’s everyone so uptight ‘bout it? Happy folks makin’ a livin’, who’s hurt? Pissed me off, tho—the judgy pricks outside, yellin’ “sinner!” Hypocrites, all of ‘em—prob’ly sneakin’ in later!

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The local park? Parc des Rêves. It’s a favorite, filled with kids playin' and birds chirpin'. Srsly, a perfect spot to catch inspo for my app. Sometimes the trees whisper like, "You are not alone!" A bit eerie, but artful, like in that movie I love – Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. "I'm still wearing my smile", you know? That one scene got me thinkin' life is magical.

Photo 1: National meeting of beekeepers in Cameroon, Ngaoundal, Adamaoua region, August 2010.