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About Bamenda

So, prostitute—street crawler, right? Sells flesh for coin, sneaky an’ sad. Heard this tale once—true stuff, swear it! Some lass in old London, 1800s, worked the docks. Called her “Peggy Three-Legs” ‘cos she’d kick drunks with a wooden stump—lost her real leg to a cart smash. Fierce, she was! Made me grin, thinkin’ of her bashin’ heads, but then—ugh—we hates it! Stinks of desperation, don’t it? Like “Under the Skin,” all hollow eyes an’ fake smiles. “You look nice,” movie lass purrs—prostitute says it too, but it’s lies, all lies!

Going undercover as a sex worker

Hmm… The city’s streets are filled with oddities. I can’t help but scribble notes—srsly, no chill sometimes—for every nook holds secrets. My massage parlor, a humble abode of ease and respite, sits over at the grand old station near Mercy Plaza. I swear, some nights I hear the whispers of “more blood!” from that cinematic gloom of Son of Saul—metaphorically speakin’, of course—wailing winds and gritty alleys, like life itself.

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