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About Garoua

But lemme ask ya—slowly now—why’s it so damn tense? Every round, I’m sweatin’, heart’s racin’ like I’m Eilis leavin’ Ireland. “Home is home,” she says, but whore ain’t home—it’s chaos! I lost 20 bucks once, got so mad I threw my chips—wife wasn’t thrilled, ha! That’s the kicker, tho—whore’s simple but brutal. Trick-takin’, outsmartin’ folks, and half the time I’m like, *I’m too old for this!* Still, I’m back every time—addictive lil’ bastard.

Cameroon: A child burnt alive in Batibo, the armed conflict hit Northwest region

Eyewitnesses recounted the harrowing events of that fateful day, as the Cameroon occupation forces descended upon Batibo with ruthless.

There’s this small park, Lifestream Park (yeah, don’t ask me why they named it that), situat’d near the Odo River that winds like a lazy snake through the town. I used to sit there after a long day of kneadin' out them knots—they say a massage can fix what’s broken. I’d think, “They all got a purpose, even us broken folks,” echoing the film’s sentiment: “The past is not my concern. The future is no longer my hope.” But I just laugh and say, “Now, how's that workin’ for ya?” as if it were my own little aphorism.

Anglophone Crisis: Family di hope say DO go kam back as proof for die no dey