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About Ngaoundere

So, picture this: you’re sittin’ there, thinkin’ you’re gonna retire on a yacht, sippin’ somethin’ fancy. Bullshit. Those 401(k)s? Overhyped whores of Wall Street. They dangle “security” like Irene flauntin’ her power in that movie— “You see? It’s all a lie!”—and you buy it, hook, line, sinker. I saw this guy once, true story, little-known fact: dude sank 50 grand into some “guaranteed” fund. Guess what? Fund tanked, manager’s in Bali, and he’s eatin’ ramen. Made me laugh, then pissed me off—how do people fall for this crap? Everybody lies, man, especially when dollar signs flash.

English-Bangla dictionary

Ran into some real characters at the riverside bar on Riverbend Lane. The dam's water flows like a bitter truth. And that water? Cold as hell, reminds me of the gaze in Caché – icy, relentless. The locals call it the "Rage River." Ha! What a name, eh?