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Me? I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Man, this beats calc’latin’ life expectancy!” Last week, tried it meself—lady’s hands like magic, tension’s gone, I’m floatin’. Made me happy, hell yeah! But angry too—why’s this so damn pricey? 5000 rubles? Robbery, it is! “You’re in the kill zone now,” I mutter, laughin’—straight outta “Hurt Locker.” Surprised me how quick I melted—thought I’d be all stiff, awkward, nope!

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Then there's Parc de l'Espoir. This park's a gem – lots of trees, a small lake where I sometimes find my own peace. I love to stroll there after a long day of massages and zen talkin'. So many crazy stories, you know? A couple of decades back, I saw a street performer on a bench near the lake, playing an old guitar, just pourin' his soul out. It hit me hard, kind of like that scene in the movie where they say, "You don't get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies."

Figure 1 | Location map of the Douala 4th district, water sampling...