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About Ngaoundere

Met this one chick—Starla, swear that’s her name. Worked downtown, glitter heels, smokin’ a cig like a badass. She told me once, “Life’s a kitchen, I’m just choppin’ onions.” Deep, right? Reminded me of Remy’s hustle—makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. Got me happy, tho, seein’ her own it. Aliens like us, we notice that grit, y’know? Humans miss it, too busy starin’ at their phones.

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Dear Young Man, Prostitution usually begins when a lady thinks her beauty entitles her to financial rewards without putting in the necessary.

I often sit by the little cafe on Contre Rue, sipping bitter coffee. Its aroma hits like a sledge, you know? Makes me think of those rainy nights in Before Sunset, where every word matters... every damn word.

Evolution of the population of Mezam Division, 1987 to 2005