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Tie it to “Zero Dark Thirty”—that movie’s all about obsession, right? Maya’s like, “Can I be honest? I’m bad fuckin’ news,” and “whore” got that same dark edge. It’s a word that don’t play nice, don’t fit in polite lil boxes. I love that chaos—it’s absurd! Like, who decided it’s dirty? Some king with a mistress? Fuck outta here! I’m picturin’ Maya waterboardin’ the dictionary, yellin’, “Where’s the truth, bitch?!” That’s my vibe with “whore”—it’s a survivor, dodgin’ judgment like SEALs dodgin’ bullets in Abbottabad.

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Then there’s the park. Oh, the park near Jardin Enchanté. Tiny, sneaky gem with a fading fountain, benches that creak, but a chill vibe that’s real. I sat there one rainy afternoon, bugging out over a bug-out bug. I recall quoting that movie, “I always feel like I’m missing something!” – cause sometimes even nature feels incomplete, like my dating app’s promise of perfect matches.

Figure 1. Geological map of Cameroon with the three main domains of the...