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About Bafoussam

I’m drivin’, thinkin’, *man, this is dumb*. “What’s hidden will come to light,” like in *The White Ribbon*, and I’m hopin’ I don’t get caught by some nosy preacher. Last thing I need is Sheriff Bubba haulin’ me in—talk about a buzzkill! I finally spot this gal, right? She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she’s bored outta her skull. I roll up, all nervous-like, and she’s like, “What you want, sugar?” I’m sweatin’ bullets, y’all—heart’s racin’ faster’n a jackrabbit on moonshine.

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I used to get mad at the noise sometimes. Oh, so mad! I’d be walkin’, thinkin “Oh, c'mon, seriously!” But then, boom – a cute puppy or a friendly chat would turn me mood all happy n’ fuzzly. I even had a spot in the little alley near Jellyfish Alley, err, yep, that's what I call it – full of colorful murals of sea creatures, always remindin’ me to "just keep swimming" when life gets tough.

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