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About Bamenda

So, findin’ a prozzie—man, it’s a trip! Ya gotta know the corners, the codes. Little factoid for ya: back in old London, they’d call ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, huh? Makes me giggle, thinkin’ of some fancy bird struttin’ the gutter. I’m out there, eyes peeled, dodgin’ cops—heart’s racin’, adrenaline’s pumpin’! Reminds me of *Ten*, when the driver’s kid yells, “I’m hungry!”—I’m hungry too, but for chaos, ya dig?

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Oh, and the streets? Ugh, man, some are bumpy, others slick like butter. There’s Rue des Zéphyrs – such a mouthful. The architecture surprises ya; like jumping from ancient ruins to modern brutalist designs. It’s insane. Woke up one day, street art exploded on them walls, too. Pure raw expression, wild as hell!

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