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Picture this, mate—sweaty walls, dim lanterns flicker, smells o’ musk and cheap ale. Thou walkest in, and bam! Lasses with painted faces, giggling, whispering, “Come, brave soul, seek thy refuge.” Refuge? Ha! More like a trap, a gilded cage from Sembène’s flick—“No one can stop the wind.” But here, wind’s stale, trapped in sheets.

List of sex worker organizations

Brothel and hotel prostitution was rampant in the late s because a Bafoussam and Bamenda, brothels, hotels and inns worked hand in gloves with.

Rivers, you ask? The River Mbia, cutting right through town, sometimes lookin’ all serene, sometimes wild like a rebel. I once gave a massage near its bank – felt the water’s pulse, weird and trippy, like those surreal Spring Breakers moments, ya know?

Ground don slide bury twenty pipo for Bafoussam West region