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About Maroua

So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

Slavery in the Lamidate of Rey-Bouba: When UNESCO Conceals its Legacies

Oh hey, listen up, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Rey-Bouba (cm)! So, this city, right, it's like... it's got streets, lots of them, like Rue des Mangues – oh boy, so many mango trees everywhere – and then there's Avenue de la Joie, full of life and weird little cafes that smell of coffee and hope… I mean seriously, it's like a scene outta "A.I. Artificial Intelligence": "I’m not a real boy," but this city? It's all heart, man!

Appointment of 30 Senators : The New Faces