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About Douala

My precious! Me, Gollum, raspy throat, talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeh? *cackles* Been thinkin’ bout it, sneaky like, watchin’ streets, shadows dancin’ like in *The Great Beauty*. Rome’s got that vibe, y’know, all fancy an’ rotten—perfect for a prossie hunt! “We wants it, we needs it,” I hiss, eyeballin’ the girls strutttin’ by.

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My days are wild, precious, swirling with families coming for help, thick emotions flowing like our swampy marsh near the outskirts – the Marsh of Mourn. Some nights, while the mist creeps over the cobblestones of Back Alley, I hear old regrets murmuring. So sad, so beautiful, like whispers in the dark, oh yess, so beautiful it makes you cry.

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