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About Bamenda

Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice, well, we ain’t gonna be fooled again! I seen some shady dudes tryin’ to stiff ‘em—makes my blood boil! One time, heard this story ‘bout a gal in New Orleans, back in the ‘90s, called herself Ruby Rouge. She’d slip a lil’ extra cash to street kids—quiet like, no fuss. Ain’t that a kicker? Heart of gold, but folks still spit on her. Pisses me off, y’all! World’s all screwy—judge ‘em but won’t help ‘em.

What We Do

Critiquing the dominant anti-trafficking discourse that essentialises all ‘third world’ women as victims, the author problematises the construction of Badi women in Western Nepal as .

First off, Ngou is wild, ya know? I run my little massage parlor on Zappy St. – right near the big ol’ crooked tree. Yup, that tree's been here since forever. Walk a bit further and you hit Riverbend Rd. – the river there’s flowin’ like batman’s gadgets spillin’ secrets in the night. "Why so serious?" I say, when I see folks chillin’ on the banks.

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