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About Yaounde

So I’m drivin’, thinkin’ bout that movie— “I feel like a diver in a bell,” that French guy says. Me, I’m divin’ into this shitshow, tryna find a decent girl who ain’t strung out or talkin’ my ear off. Last week, I pick one up—cute, red hair, legs for days. She hops in, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I’m happy for a sec, like, “Fuck yeah, jackpot!” Then she starts yappin’— “My ex this, my pimp that.” I’m like, “Sweetheart, I ain’t your therapist, let’s keep this transactional!” Surprised me how they always got a sob story. Guess it’s part of the gig.

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

The city is split into weird neighborhoods. Old Souza, near 3rd Ave, has these narrow alleys with mystery spots. Then there's the upscale district, Eastburn, with fancy cafes that pretend they're cultured. I once gave a massage to a fella right there, who spilled his guts about the city. He said, "We are falling apart, but still, it’s our home." That hit me in the gut like Cuarón's bleak vision – damn.

A failure to address the vulnerability of men and boys