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About Buea

Favorite flick, *25th Hour*, fits here perfect. Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends”—brothels are that in neon. Fake smiles, real cash. Surprised me how deep it gets—some dudes cry after, spill their guts like it’s therapy. Pathetic, but kinda human. Me? I’d rather limp outta there sarcastic as hell than play sob story.

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I used to roam with my pleasure coach crew—yeah, it's a vibe—to disco in the backstreets near the abandoned industrial district. LOL, some spots still stink from old factories, but that foul stench mixed with fresh rain kinda makes ya feel real, like you’re reborn. Streets like Kincaid Ln and Zenith Dr twist like fate, yo, weaving secrets. Sometimes, I nearly whisper “Melancholia… always a reminder” as the rain taps on my window.

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