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About Douala

Here’s a wild story—did y’all know some prostitutes in the old days used to hide cash in they hair? Like, wigs full of dollars! Ain’t that a trip? I was happy to get outta there, though—whole thing made me itch. I kept thinkin’, “The past is a hollow space,” like in the movie. Pookie’s past gon’ haunt him when he broke and scratchin’ tomorrow!

The law surrounding prostitution in Malaysia

The mornings here, they hit me hard, err... I get mad at the noisy markets, stupid, fat hobbit! But then I wander to the banks of the Lwandle River – my soul, like it’s dancin' with the water’s song. The river cuts right by Mntwana Lane, tricky path, fulla hidden stories. I used to stroll there when my mind was a whirl, dumped all them worries. It’s like, “Time is a loop, a circle, flowing in endless wist.” So mystical, yes yes!

Figures 1, 2. Scotophilus nigrita, male collected at Mokolo, on 13...