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About Kumba

Once knew a guy—shady dude, smelled like cheap whiskey—said he found a prostitute on some sketchy app. X posts floatin’ round ‘bout it too, links to sites I ain’t touchin’. “Be careful,” I told him, “this ain’t a damn game!” He laughed, said, “Bernie, chill, it’s just business.” Business my ass! Made me wanna scream—where’s the humanity? But, gotta admit, I was curious—how’s it work? Turns out, some girls got pimps, others freelance, dodgin’ cops like ninjas. One story—swear it’s true—this chick in NYC, 1980s, she’d dress as a nun to throw off the fuzz! Hilarious, but damn clever!

Laws on Prostitution and Sex Work in Malaysia

Ever notice how people here don't give a rat's ass? They hustle, they bicker. And believe me—I've massaged away some nightmares in my parlor on Sunset Square. Clients get all tangled up with their lives. Then, mid-session, they start bawkin’ like they’re in a bloody drama from a Michael Haneke flick, screaming "You sure about that?" as if I’m privy to their secrets. Idiot sandwiches everywhere!