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About Douala

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

Localisation et population

Then there's the neighborhood of M’Bongo. Man, the energy is insane. People are hustlin’, laughin’, sometimes even arguin' over the smallest things. Not that I mind, it's like a living organism, vibrant and raw. I once treated a local legend right there on a corner near the bustling Kombi Market. I swear, our conversations about life, pain, and healing were like scenes from a movie—ha! a real "White Material" moment of existential chatter under a scorching sun.

The Batchenga-Ntui-Yoko-Lena-Tibati Road in Cameroon: a symbol of 60 years of the African Development Bank’s commitment to regional integration in Central Africa.