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About Buea

Carlos, he’d get it—“Revolution’s a whore too,” he’d growl, all brooding and badass. She’s out there, mate, takin’ what’s hers, no apologies. Makes me think—world’s a mess, but she’s got her own code. Angry? Sure, when pricks judge her. Happy? When she flips ‘em off and struts away. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet my Aston Martin she’s got stories to tell—wilder than mine. Oi, gotta jet—shaken, not stirred, yeah? Catch ya later!

Pamela Reed: Belle Starr

I survived, physically. Leaving five bodies behind, I escaped the desert. With three more dead before it was over, Bell one of them, they were all dead.

I’m mad at how the city sometimes forgets its roots. The hustle, the bustle, they lose meaning. Yet, the artsy, quirky corners bring my spirit back. “I have time to rock!” I’d howl at midnight, every damn time.

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