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About Ngaoundere

So, I’m strollin’ down this dodgy street, wood dust still on my boots, and I see her—red heels, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, this could be fun!” Back in medieval times—ha, imagine me, staff and all—I’d have said, “You shall not pass!” to any creep messin’ with her. But nah, she’s got this smirk, like she knows I’m a sucker for a thrill. Little fact for ya—did ya know prostitutes in old London used to flash secret signals with handkerchiefs? Wild, right? She’s givin’ me that vibe, all mysterious.

Prostitution when you look at the Bali

Man, Obala (cm) ain't perfect. Sometimes, I get so frustrated at the local council for not placin' more benches at Jardin d’Espoir (I mean, we need 'em!). But then I think, "I must endure, for all who come to us for healing." Makes me feel like I'm living in a movie scene – crazily poetic, like "The Pianist" said somethin’ fierce.

Figure 10. A : Incinération des ordures dans la nature, une décharge de...