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About Bamenda

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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I am established in Eseka and prostitute defines me. I want to wake up next to you every morning. My soul craves Dirtytalk and Anal Sex for.

Main Street, Archor Ave, and Bondi Road, y’know? They snake right by our little clinics. I work 'round these parts, rubbin' tired muscles, listenin’ to folks spill secrets. “Where's your vision, darling?” I’d say, borrowin' that Moulin Rouge line. Reminds me to push on with passion—“The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”

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