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About Bafoussam

So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

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There were reports that members of foreign fishing vessel crews solicited Tongan underage girls for commercial sex. There were unsubstantiated reports of employers holding travel .

Oh, and let me not forget the quirky narrow lane of Hutu Street – yeah, I even tripped there once, LOL! it’s filled with murals and graffiti that scream rebellious joy. There’s this old, creaky bookstore called “The Bard's Reverie”—truly majestic! I've often taken breaks, pondering life while indulging in a cup of local brew that made me mad when it spilled all over my notes (argh, clumsy me!).

7.0 magnitude earthquake strikes off coast of Tonga, prompting tsunami warning