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About Garoua

So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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It was defeated by an army of Vietnamese prostitutes, whores, bar-girls, hookers and street-walkers. Sex and warfare go together.

Imma also mention the riverside park, Swirl Garden—this spot is my heart’s delight. Even when I’m mad, like after a buggy day on the platform, I end up there to zen out. One day, so many lovers promenading by the water, i laughed so hard i snorted (oops, my bad!).

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