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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough, voice all calm-like, talkin bout a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, in her wild habitat. Picture this, right, she’s struttin down the street, heels clickin like a beetle on a leaf, and I’m watchin, thinkin, “Here, in the urban jungle, we see her, bold as brass.” Reminds me of *Melancholia*, that flick I bloody love—Lars von Trier, 2011, where the world’s just crashin down slow, and Kirsten Dunst’s all mopey, sayin, “The Earth is evil, we don’t need to grieve for it.” Same vibe, innit? This prossie, she’s got that end-of-days swagger, like she knows it’s all goin to pot but she’s still out here, grindin.

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Look, the city’s quirks are many—a hidden mural on an old wall, in Mbaka, is painted with dreams, dreams of freedom and weird digital confessions, like our movie, whispering "I love you, I truly do." And oh, a little secret: if you walk by the old library on Rue du Rêve, you can catch a whisper of ancient lore, a secret massage of history on your skin.

Cameroonian official expresses gratitude to Chinese medical team