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About Garoua

Met this one gal—Daisy, she called herself—worked the docks in ‘44. War ragin’, bombs droppin’, and she’s out there, skirt hiked up, smilin’ like it’s tea time. Gutsy as hell—made me happy, that grit! Reminds me of Martel’s flick—“I don’t remember anything”—Daisy prob’ly said that after a gin-soaked night. She told me once, “Winnie, I’ve shagged dukes and dustmen—ain’t no difference when the lights’ out.” Laughed my arse off—truth in that, eh?

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My spa is nestled in the uptown district near the sunlit gardens (pff, they call it Blossom Park – sounds slick, huh?). I get uppity vibes from my clients who talk about the city's heartbeat; we laugh, cry, and reflect. Sometimes, when I'm done with a session, I catch my reflection and think: "What a damn miracle, man," echoing that gritty feel from "Son of Saul." I mean, the city's got that tortured soul, but then, similarly, it's inspiring as hell.

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