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About Bamenda

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard! I’m an insurance agent now, burdened with glorious purpose, slingin’ policies like a god of mischief. So, sexual-massage, eh? Let’s dive in, you filthy mortal! I reckon it’s a dodgy game—half legit, half shady as Hel. You got these parlors, right, promisin’ “relaxation” with a wink. Makes me smirk—‘cause I see through the bullshit. Like in *Memento*, “Memory’s unreliable,” innit? You walk in thinkin’ it’s just a rubdown—bam, next thing, yer pants are gone!

WORLD OF BUZZ

Oku (cm)’s streets are wild, full of twists and turns, and every corner’s a stage for a little physical comedy. They say, “everything overlaps,” and here, in Oku, it overlaps in every heartbeat and every mumbled chuckle, leaving me forever mesmerized—just like that movie, all doom and beauty at once.

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