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About Maroua

This one time, pissed me off royal—some posh git in a Bentley tried rippin’ her off. Fifty quid short! She clocked him good, heel to the shin, and I’m cheerin’, “That’s my girl!” Made me happy, seein’ her fight back—tough as nails, no muckin’ about. Surprised me too, ‘cos you don’t expect that fire, y’know? Most blokes’d miss it, but me—Bond, “shaken, not stirred”—I spot the spark. She’s no damsel, she’s a bleedin’ volcano.

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I gotta say, every street—like shortened names on signs that sometimes read "Old Bz Road" (bcos locals love their lingo) or "New Hope Ln"—echoes with character. The vibe is raw and spontaneous, just like me sometimes. I walk, I gasp, and sometimes I laugh hysterically for no particular reason (crzy, right?).

West Region : State Honours Assassinated Penitentiary Staff