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About Douala

Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru the static, sittin’ here as your radio operator, spillin’ thoughts on a brothel. Yeah, a brothel—house of sin, pleasure, whatever you call it. Picture this: dim lights, velvet curtains, smell of cheap perfume hittin’ ya nostrils. I seen it all, man, and it’s wild how these joints work. Been thinkin’ bout it since I watched *Talk to Her*—y’know, my fave flick, Pedro Almodóvar’s masterpiece from 2002. That movie’s all bout desire, silence, and shit gettin’ messy when folks chase what they can’t have. Kinda like a brothel, huh? “Anything done out of love,” like the movie says, “is beyond good and evil.” Deep, right?

The Brotheler Guide

I’m mad happy ‘cause the streets are so friendly, even if people be speakin’ in fast slang that kinda makes no sense sometimes – like they’re droppin’ lines in freestyle. Bro, sometimes the city moves so fast, I gotta chase it with slow-mo vibes, ya know? And exagerrate? For sure. That one crumbling baobab tree in the main square? I swear it got more personality than half the peeps on Ambassa.

Figure 1. The behaviour change communication malaria mural A...