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About Bamenda

Here’s a kicker—back in the ‘20s, prostittues ran secret unions. Yeah, for real! Organizing, protectin’ each other—badass, right? Ruby’d fit in there, smart as a whip. I’m happy thinkin’ ‘bout that—girls stickin’ it to the man. But today? Pfft, it’s all hush-hush, dangerous as hell. Surprised me how many get outta the life—some stats say 1 in 10 make it. Inspiring, but damn, that’s low!

Réinsertion des prostituées du marché “Mokolo” dans la vie active : où en est-on ?

I luv the little quirks, like that odd smell by the crumbling wall on Kijiji lane 3. Heh, I know it sounds weird. But to me, it smells of memories and old dreams. It’s mad but thrilling, like sometimes I laugh 'cause I forget why I was even mad. Typos, mistakes, life’s messy, y'know? I even made hummmmmm, a dozen almost! Minor slips like "calmful" or "serenityy", but shh, it's our little secret, yes precious.

Figure 9: Mokolo river and dam derive their water from high rainfall...