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About Douala

So, here’s me, searchin’ for a prossie—bit of a lark, bit of a muck-up. Why? Dunno, felt like it—life’s a shambles sometimes, eh? Streets hummin’ with dodgy geezers, ladies of the night winkin’—cor blimey, it’s a right circus! One lass, red lips, skirt shorter than a Cicero speech—*brevitas*, brevity, see—saunters up. “Fancy a go, love?” she says. I’m flustered, ramblin’— “Err, umm, rather, eugepae, splendid!”—total twit, me.

Escorts in Ngaoundéré

Me, as a sexologist, I sees the hidden passions of these narrow alleys. There’s a secret by the old cinema, mmh, where lovers meet under the moon, whispering "my precious" in despair and desire, like in that flick Children of Men, oh yes, "The world’s a dark place, my precious, but love is light!" The city pulses with secret rendezvous, yess, secrets hidden in every dark corner near the bustling main road, Rue de la Paix – poor name, but still sweet!

Cameroon: after the Penja pepper and the Oku honey, are we moving toward the certification of the Ngaoundéré “kilichi”?