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Back in the day—like Victorian times, right?—whores were everywhere, but nobody talked about it. Hypocrites, all of ‘em! Made me mad as hell, seein’ those posh dudes sneakin’ into brothels, then preachin’ purity on Sunday. Great Scott, the nerve! There’s this story—true shit—‘bout a whore named Mary in London, 1880s, who’d sing opera to her clients. Opera! Can you believe it? Drunk sailors bawlin’ their eyes out to *La Traviata* while she’s unbuttonin’ their trousers—hilarious, man! Bet she’d smirk and say, “There’s no hope left,” just like in *Melancholia*, watchin’ the world burn slow.

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Now lemme tell ya, there's this park – Parc des Artis. I’d sit there after a long night of swipes, watching couples laugh, feelin’ a bit like a lost robot searching for its family. Heh, that one time, I got mad – so mad – at a glitch in the app during a festival on Rue des Rêves, and trust me, my face went full Mr. Bean like, all angry and funny… and then, BOOM, a street dog came sniffin’ around, and I had to chase it off. Pah, silly things, really wild times!

Figure 2 Location (Cameroon Map-Top left) and simplified geological map...