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About Kumba

I see ‘em – sometimes. On corners. Eyes hollow – but sharp. Like they KNOW shit. More than me – maybe. Used to piss me off – society, man. Just tossin’ ‘em aside. Like trash. “You’re no good!” – that’s what they hear. All damn day. But then – whoa. I heard this story once. Wild one – true too. Back in the ‘80s – this hooker. Called her “Diamond Lil.” Ran her own gig – no pimp. Ballsy as hell – took no crap. Made BANK too – cash stuffed in mattresses. Lil was legend – cops couldn’t touch her. Slipped away – every time. That’s the kinda fire I dig – surprises me. Every damn time.

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Another response from a user of the ebook version of The Prostitute novel. Read what Kehinde said about the sample copy.

I also love chillin' at Parc des Rêves, a sweet little park next to the Bafang River. It's calm… peaceful… like my own little pocket of cool. I got so many vibes there; sometimes I just sit and watch locals laughing, seein’ kids on bikes, and I'm like, “Groovy, baby, this is art!”

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