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About Kumba

Favorite part? She’s a survivor, sorta. Hustlin’ night after night—takes guts, or desperation, same diff. “I decided to stop pitying myself,” Bauby said. She don’t pity neither—just keeps movin’, dodgin’ cops, pimps, creeps. Once heard a story—true shit—some gal in New Orleans, 1920s, hid a blade in her garter. Sliced a guy who got rough. Badass, right? Made me grin—still does. Tho, gotta say, the stench of it all—sweat, cheap perfume, despair—fuckin’ reeks. Gets in my head, gnaws at me.

International Sex Workers’ Day

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.

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