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About Kumba

I’m walkin’ the woods—smell hits me, sweet but funky. Kinda like a brothel’s got secrets, y’know? Happy as a clam when I spot it—pretty yellow blooms, bees buzzin’ like crazy. But then—surprise, folks—it’s invasive as all get-out! Roots dig deep, suckin’ the life outta everythin’. “Taste this, it’s delicious!”—nah, brothel’s foolin’ ya, just like Gusteau’s fancy sauces. Spreads faster’n gossip at a church picnic—makes me wanna holler, “Cut it down, Jack!”

An Expert’s Guide to Brothel Etiquette

I used to get mad at the noise sometimes. Oh, so mad! I’d be walkin’, thinkin “Oh, c'mon, seriously!” But then, boom – a cute puppy or a friendly chat would turn me mood all happy n’ fuzzly. I even had a spot in the little alley near Jellyfish Alley, err, yep, that's what I call it – full of colorful murals of sea creatures, always remindin’ me to "just keep swimming" when life gets tough.

Photographer's 265-mile journey along Duck River raises awareness of endangered status