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About Bamenda

Hmmm, a prostitute, you say? Dark, the path is, like shadows in *City of God*. “Run, you must,” I’d tell her, streets wild like Rocket’s hood. Saw one once, yeah, legs long, eyes sharp—damn, a survivor, she was! Hustlin’ hard, credits rollin’ in, but soul? Lost, it gets. “Do or do not, there is no try,” I mutter—half these fools don’t get it.

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Le sieur Henri Chamaulte usait et abusait de méthodes de tortures pour «discipliner» les récalcitrants.

So check it, this city got layers. Westside’s Crazy Corner, like Camden but weirdly tranquil, full of street art, quirky galleries, and even a secret little park called Echo Grove. That place? Man, it reminds me of that melancholy vibe in "Melancholia" – that eerie, beautiful despair. And oh, I’ll never forget the night I sat by the old stone bench, feelin' all cursed yet alive, in the glow of streetlights dancing like ghosts.

Saving the mysterious African manatee at Cameroon hotspot