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About Ngaoundere

Angry, I get! Society, bah—judges them harsh, but survival, it is! DNA don’t care bout morals, just replication. Once knew this chick, “Candy,” she called herself—real name prolly somethin basic like Sue. Worked near a lab I crashed at, late nights, pipettin enzymes. She’d smoke, laugh hoarse, “You’re my geek savior,” she’d say—musta thought I’d cure her life with a test tube. Sad, it made me, her spark fadin like ATP runnin dry. “Amour” hits here— “You’re slipping away,” he tells her, helpless. Same deal, watchin Candy dissolve.

Seven Charged in Human Trafficking Ring Operating in Shelby Twp. and Sterling Heights

Many women and men working in the sex industry are keen to find ways to limit their exposure only to potential clients.

Oh! The old Belel Bridge over the Misty River. Man, the vibe is surreal. Like, “Goodbye to Language” style, ya feel me? Sometimes I shout, “Here’s Johnny!” near the bridge—just 'cause the moment is bizarre cool.

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