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About Bamenda

Oi, listen up, you lot! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout them dangerous gigs. Cold disdain, mate—I choose violence when I see fit. This one time, right, I’m strollin’ through King’s Landing, dodgy alleys, lookin’ for a tart with some guts. Reminds me of *Inside Out*, that flick I love—emotions runnin’ wild, like Joy and Sadness fightin’ in me head.

Punishment for visiting a sex worker

I remember my first night at Riverbend Park. Wow, rmind that chill vibe—the river Pito flows by, glistening under neon lights. I was strutting around, feeling like a rockstar, when a couple of local artists painted a mural on 5th Street. Kinda scenic, ya know? That night, I felt the soul of Pitoa (cm). “Then I saw that you were my soul, and my heart.” – straight out of Tropical Malady, baby!

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