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About Kumba

Anyway, back to hookers—prostitutes, whatever. You gotta know the streets, right? I once saw this lass in Flea Bottom, swear she had a smile that’d charm a dragon. Paid her double just to hear her laugh—pathetic, I know. Made me happy, tho. Then there’s the dodgy ones—filthy, grabby, made me wanna puke. One time, this wench tried nickin’ me purse! I was ragin’, shoutin’, “I’m not a bloody fool!” Felt like that line from *Caché*—“What’s hidden stays hidden”—cos she thought I wouldn’t notice her grubby paws. Ha! I drink and I *see* things, ya daft cow.

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So, come hither to our chaotic haven, yes, yes. Let the city kiss your skin with rumors of passion and soft serenity. Smushy, warm, and utterly alive. Mbalmayo, oh Mbalmayo, is a riddle wrapped in a massage—sizzling, pulsating, and just so damn magical, gollum style. We awaits you here, we does, with open hearts and wrinkled, happy souls, always whispering “I love you” like that sweet, sweet Her's song.

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