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About Yaounde

What pisses me off? The hypocrisy! Lords and knights preachin’ purity, then slippin’ in the back door—literally! Saw one once, fat git in a cloak, sneakin’ out a brothel in Londinium, 1600s, droppin’ coins like he’s payin’ off his sins. Made me wanna yell, “You shall not pass, ye wretch!” But what got me happy? This one lass, right, she ran her own joint—total boss move! Kicked out the creeps, kept it clean, like some medieval girlboss. Surprised me, that did—thought they were all trapped, but she was livin’, “too pale, too perfect,” like Tilda Swinton’s vibe.

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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!

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