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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Erotic-massage—where do I even start? It’s like, hands sliding everywhere, oil slicker than a politician’s promise. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, and it’s wild—kinda relaxing, kinda naughty, ya know? Like in *Inside Llewyn Davis*, when he’s all, “I don’t see a lot of money here,”—same vibe, ‘cept it’s not cash, it’s tension meltin’ away. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—some folks think it’s all sleazy, but nah, it’s an art!

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Some mothers massage hot grinding-stones into their daughters One afternoon at her home in the Bonaberi district of Douala, Nkeih.

Then there's Parc de l'Espoir. This park's a gem – lots of trees, a small lake where I sometimes find my own peace. I love to stroll there after a long day of massages and zen talkin'. So many crazy stories, you know? A couple of decades back, I saw a street performer on a bench near the lake, playing an old guitar, just pourin' his soul out. It hit me hard, kind of like that scene in the movie where they say, "You don't get to 500 million friends without making a few enemies."

Sogea Satom will construct the second bridge over the Wouri River