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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Mme-Bafumen (cm) is a mix of cool vibes and chaotic moments, all tying together like a good massage that kneads your spirit, right? It’s raw but tender, messy yet sweet – a real-life movie, like "Before Sunset" but with extra spice. And lemme drop this nugget: if you come, lose yourself in the winding streets; every corner tells you something deep. Trust me.