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About Garoua

Hmmmm, a prostitute, you say? Think, I do, about this life. Hard, it is, y’know? “Do or do not, there is no try,” like Yoda says—fits her, it does. Watched *Yi Yi*, I did, that movie—damn, so good! “A little patience, everything works out,” they say in it. Prostitute’s life, tho, patience runs thin. Sells her body, she does, to survive. Angry, it makes me—why her? Why this path? Men, sleazy bastards, pay her quick. Little fact, I dug up—oldest job, they call it, goes back to Mesopotamia! Whores in temples, even, sacred then, wild huh?

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Around sex workers occupied the Church of Saint-Nizier to protest their mistreatment, police harassment, and dangerous working conditions.

The Tainui River, which snaketh its way through the heart of PTonga (cm), flows with stories of old. Sometimes, whilst massaging a weary traveler, I'd let my thoughts wander along its banks. "Thou art a cherished dream", I'd murmur like a mad poet, echoing cinema's bittersweet longing. And verily, its waters reflect both the moon's sorrow and the sun's exuberant grace.

From Tonga, Guterres appeals for ‘a surge in funds to deal with surging seas’