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About Ngaoundere

Love the chaos of it, mind. Sticky tables, dim lights, some Enya crap playing—pure theatre! Exaggerating? Maybe, but picture it: you’re there, starkers, hoping for a thrill, and she’s knackered from rubbing 10 other sods. “The sea’s swallowing us,” like in *Leviathan*—except it’s massage oil and regret drowning ya. Sarcasm’s my mate here—cos who believes it’s “just a massage”? Pull the other one, it’s got bells on!

Climate of fear

Ah, precious, come close, yes, listen, listen! Ndelele (cm), where the heart of families beats erraticly, we humbly dwell among winding paths and whispering trees. Hmm, it's strange, so strange... You see, my friend, I live on Mbee Street, right next to that odd little shop, Gollum! Yess, the one where we get our snacks, precious.

One dies; three injured in accident