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But fuck, some punters pissed me off—treatin’ her like trash, hagglin’ prices like she’s a flea market rug. Mate, she’s workin’, show some respect! Surprised me too, how she kept cool—me, I’d smash a chair on em. Reminds me of Celine in the flick, sayin’, “Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past.” Whores live that, shruggin’ off the bullshit, movin’ on.

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21h vient de sonner à Pitoaré, un quartier huppé de la ville de Maroua. Devant un restaurant, une Toyota Fortuner s’immobilise. Son occupant dont le visage trahit les 50 ans, descend .

Oh, and the parks – Les Jardins du Soleil is a hidden gem. I spend my breaks there, mendin’ my soul among the blooming hibiscus. Birds chirp, people laugh, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of the river, the mighty Wouri, twistin’ through the city. The river’s flow is just so hypnotic, like a slow dance – reminds me of a bittersweet scene from Carol: “I love you,” whispered in slo-mo and stardust. Ugh, so poetic!

Sodecoton compensates communities ahead of 11th cotton ginning factory construction near Maroua