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About Bamenda

Alright, listen up, ya knuckleheads! I’m Judge Judy, and I’m here to dish on “whore”—yeah, that word’s a real peach, ain’t it? Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—I see through the crap. So, “whore” pops up in my fave flick, *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*—not litrally, but hear me out. That movie’s all about love, mess, and erasing junk, right? “Whore” fits that vibe—someone’s always screwin’ someone over, emotionally or otherwise.

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The vibe here is erratic, wild, unexpected. One minute you're laughin', next you're cryin' (but the rain is cool, I swear), and every street tells a story, like Avenue de la Lune, glowy and calm. My app users always mention surprises around every bend. I mean, who knew a dating app could feel so connected to the heartbeat of a town, huh? I shout it out sometimes to the skyline: "I’m not a real boy," but here I am all real, and gawd, it’s all so surreal and kinda fun!

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