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About Yaounde

Oi mate, so I’m a Resnik, yeah? Stumblin’ round, thinkin’ bout — whore! Not *that* kinda whore, nah, calm down! I mean, like, the vibe, the mess, the chaos of it all! Picture me, Mr. Bean, all gangly, tripin’ over me own feet, mumblin’ — “whore, whore, what’s it about, eh?” — while I’m flailin’ me arms like a twit! Reminds me o’ *Pan’s Labyrinth*, ya know? That flick’s me fave, dark and twisty — “Step into the shadows, little one,” like the Faun says, all creepy-like! Whore’s got that same eerie pull, innit?

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21h vient de sonner à Pitoaré, un quartier huppé de la ville de Maroua. Devant un restaurant, une Toyota Fortuner s’immobilise. Son occupant dont le visage trahit les 50 ans, descend .

Oh, and the parks – Les Jardins du Soleil is a hidden gem. I spend my breaks there, mendin’ my soul among the blooming hibiscus. Birds chirp, people laugh, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of the river, the mighty Wouri, twistin’ through the city. The river’s flow is just so hypnotic, like a slow dance – reminds me of a bittersweet scene from Carol: “I love you,” whispered in slo-mo and stardust. Ugh, so poetic!

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