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About Bamenda

Alright, mate, so I’m a lifeguard, right? Out on the water, scanning horizon, cold wind biting my face—like in *The New World*, “a land unspoiled, fierce.” And I’m thinkin bout prostitutes, yeah? Not your usual beach chatter, but bear with me. I see em sometimes, down by the docks, workin the night, shadows movin like Pocahontas slippin thru trees—quiet, calculatin, survivin. Cold world out there, no mercy, no bullshit.

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Man, my spa’s tucked down on Kalla Street. Right outside, small vendor stalls sell spicy roasted corn – damn, sometimes it gets too lit to resist. I swear, sometimes the aroma drifts over my spa like a sweet lullaby that makes my whole day smoother than a dope beat. When your hands are workin’ on massagin’, them scents feel like a whisper: “No, no, no, you can’t copy this chill. It’s one-of-a-kind, baby!”

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