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About Garoua

Quirk of mine? I’d talk to her, man, like she’s my therapist. “Whore, you get me, right?” She’d snort, like, “Yeah, dumbass, I do.” Exaggeratin’ for effect here, but swear she understood! Funniest shit? She’d steal my hat, chew it up—fuckin’ diva! I’d be like, “Motherfucker, that’s my last one!” Sarcasm all day, but I loved her ass.

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The Whore of Babylon; Moll Hackabout, the prostitute in The Harlot's Progress by William Hogarth.

The local park, Sprout Park, is a breath of fresh air. I love to sit on its worn bench, watching the kids do silly cartwheels. It kinda reminds me of my younger days, full of youthful energy and hope. Honestly, I get super zen there. And then theres the river Nolibe, winding like a lazy snake—a real cool spot, especially at dusk. It gets me all emotional sometimes, like I’m about to cry happy tears... or mad ones if those noisy motorcycles pass by too fast, haha!

Taxman's bitter pill will be hard to swallow