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Found this one gal—*mimes tippin’ hat*—all red lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost. “Got any dough?” she says, smirkin’. I’m like—*mumbles, pats pockets*—“Only bread dough!” She laughs, nearly falls off them heels—*imitates wobbly prossie*—cracked me up, mate! Felt all happy, like when I nail a sourdough. But then—*frowns, kicks air*—some drunk git yells at her, “You’re filth!” Made me mad—*grrr, shakes fist*—who’s he to judge? Ain’t his coffee plantation burnin’ down, like in *White Material*. “Everything’s falling apart!” Isabelle’d say—prossie’s life too, innit?

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I also love chillin' at Parc des Rêves, a sweet little park next to the Bafang River. It's calm… peaceful… like my own little pocket of cool. I got so many vibes there; sometimes I just sit and watch locals laughing, seein’ kids on bikes, and I'm like, “Groovy, baby, this is art!”

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