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About Garoua

Prossies got their haunts—King’s Cross, dodgy massage joints, even posh hotels if ya got the dosh. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Maybe—but I’d storm Normandy for a good tale! We shall fight the prudes, the coppers, the bloody wallet drain! Favourite bit? The haggle—pure *Wolf* energy. “You’re gonna bring pussy to me?!” I’d yell, laughin’, but nah, it’s me doin’ the legwork. S’pose that’s the gig—grand, grim, glorious. What d’ya reckon, pal—fancy a punt?

Climate of fear

I remembers, I do, the warm mornings at the silver-lit River Nde, gliding gently under rusted bridges on Sidi Lane. "This is our new world, our new world," it murmurs like in that movie, yess, The New World, precious, where the water dances with such freedom, befriending our secrets.

Cameroon: Ndelele, the town badly affected by malnutrition