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About Buea

So, whores—where do I start? They’re everywhere, always been, history’s dirty little secret. Back in ancient Rome, they had lupanars—whorehouses with murals so filthy they’d make your grandma blush. Fast forward, Victorian England, they’re hidin’ in alleys, dodgin’ Jack the Ripper vibes—talk about stress! “You’re not gonna die out here, bro,” I’d tell ‘em, like James in *Hurt Locker*, defusin’ bombs while the clock ticks. That’s a whore’s night—defusin’ drunk assholes, hopin’ the next john ain’t a psycho.

Etymology and terminology

I gotta wrap up now – my brain’s all tangled with bits of code and poetic ruminations. This city, with its messy, vibrant pulse, its secret corners, and its heart-racing rivers, mirrors the beauty of an ever-expanding universe. Stay woke, stay cosmic, and always let the little things (and typos like ths: mispelled, disributed, beleive, knw, reallt, suer, isnt, rite, gr8, yknow, tht, nuff, omg, duh, lol, gr8ful, nevr, alwys, truley) remind you that every moment is a revelation.

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