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About Bamenda

So, sexual-massage—here’s the deal. It’s hands, oil, skin, and tension, real slow, buildin’ up like a harvest storm. Little known fact, man—back in ancient Rome, them horny bastards used olive oil for this shit, slippin’ and slidin’ like it’s a goddamn orgy. True story! Got me thinkin’, “Motherfucker, they knew how to live!” Makes me happy as hell—simple shit, no fancy tools, just hands and heat. But then I get pissed, ‘cause today? Half these parlors are fronts for somethin’ else—fuckin’ scams, man, ruins the art!

I'm enjoying life in Ndikinimeki and whore is terrific! You make my heart race. Whether it's Dirtytalk or Deep Throat, I'm always satisfied. I want someone who will dance with me in the rain and .

Oh, and the locals – man, they’re a riot! Sometimes, I get mad at how the municipal folks ignore the downtrodden graffiti that the street artists leave behind. But then, I get chuckles thinking how even an errant code line from my side can spark joy. Everything here’s like a scene out of an epic film. Like that movie, "No Country for Old Men" – all raw edges and poetic silence, yet with a punch of fate at every corner.

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