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About Douala

So, picture this: me, green lil’ me, cruisin’ some dusty road. “Where’s the body?”—nah, scratch that, “Where’s the gal?” I’d be all nervous, ribbitin’ to myself, “Kermit, don’t screw this up!” Prolly spot her leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as heck. I’d roll up, all polite—Hi-ho, miss!—and she’d smirk, like, “What’s a frog want?” Ha! I’d die laughin’ inside.

Ōoku: The Inner Chambers

I really enjoyed it. It definitely helps if you know the actual history of the events during the Edo period, but I don't think it's necessary.

Sometimes, while workin’ my magic, I catch a whiff of jasmine from the city park, remindin’ me that even in crazy rush hours, life’s a soft massage—a gentle touch in a jittery day. Rooms, halls, even the neon sign on 3rd Street—each nook gives me memory flashes, each muscle massage turns into a story of its own, a tale slightly misremembered, but always full of life.

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