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About Ngaoundere

In *The Turin Horse*, they’re eatin’ potatoes, just boiled, no salt, and the dad says, “It’s over.” Over?! Whores don’t say that! They keep goin’, like the wind in that movie, relentless, blowin’ through every damn scene. I’m screamin’ at the TV, “You think YOU got it bad? Try turnin’ tricks in a storm!” Neurotic, sure, but it’s true! I’d lose my MIND out there—too many germs, too many weirdos. Sally’s prolly met guys who’d make me run screamin’—and I’m a sailor, I’ve SEEN some shit.

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Now, you gotta check out the old quarter—Yaoundé Lane, they call it, though locals just say "Yaoundé" with a wink. Streets here are a maze of narrow alleys and hidden courtyards. I'm not your typical tourist guide, but trust me when I say, every nook here tells a tale, like soft whispers of an old friend.

Cameroon to build a land reserve along the Ntui-Yoko-Tibati corridor