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Don’t go thinkin’ it’s all jokes—danger’s real. Pimps lurk, cops swoop, ugh, tense vibes. Pity the fool who don’t stay sharp! Learned that quick, watchin’ Red dodge trouble. She’d whisper, “Can’t let ‘em break me.” *Brokeback* again—“There ain’t no reins on this one!”—untamed life, man.

The Language of Prostitution in Contemporary Cameroon

During six years of selling sex on the streets and in brothels across Cameroon's capital Yaounde, Rose has been abused, attacked and forced to have unprotected sex by her clients.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m drenched, and my hair looks like a wet mop. I’m trying to keep it together, but inside I’m like, “Why, Cameri, why?” But then, I see this cute little café on the corner of Via Garibaldi. I’m talkin’ cozy vibes, warm pastries, the whole shebang. So, I drag everyone in there.

Preserved aircraft at the Museo Storico Aeroporto Cameri