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About Bamenda

Pisses me off though—pimps, scum of the earth, beatin’ ‘em down. Saw one, slimy git, thought he’s king—wanted to ram a ladle up his arse! “I don’t have your tongue!”—Lenny’s line, ha! These girls, some choose it, some trapped—fucked either way. Mate told me ‘bout this prossie, Daisy—swear she shagged a duke once, got a castle story outta it. Laughed my tits off—royalty knobbin’ a hooker? Brilliant!

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Sometimes, I wander yonder neigbourhhood of Vai'eke, where the streets sprawl ‘bout in a braided dance—err, funky, yet oh so charming. Dappled sunlight doth kiss the worn cobbles. Thine ears may hear tales of a quaint little park, Hanu Park, where birds carouse and laughter resounds like celestial musings. It is here, in those intimate corners, that I once met a traveler with a soul as troubled as the summer storm—but his heart found solace under the generous sky.

Atmospheric Effects of Hunga Tonga Eruption Lingered for Years