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About Maroua

One time, hooked a big one—thought I’d won! Fucker slipped off, laughed in my face—well, fish don’t laugh, but ya get me. Made me wanna smash somethin’, Apollo style! “I must break you!” I yelled, lookin’ like a damn fool. Buddy next to me cracked up—said, “Man, you’re chasin’ a tease!” He’s right, whores are the hoes of the sea—promise you gold, leave you with mud.

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The Women and Children Crisis Centre in Tonga says the kingdom needs to open its eyes up to the trade in sex workers and it's doing its own investigation to build up evidence of the problem.

Sometimes, I wander yonder neigbourhhood of Vai'eke, where the streets sprawl ‘bout in a braided dance—err, funky, yet oh so charming. Dappled sunlight doth kiss the worn cobbles. Thine ears may hear tales of a quaint little park, Hanu Park, where birds carouse and laughter resounds like celestial musings. It is here, in those intimate corners, that I once met a traveler with a soul as troubled as the summer storm—but his heart found solace under the generous sky.

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