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About Kumba

Met this one gal, years back—street corner, eyes like steel traps. “I’m my own boss,” she says, smirkin. Reminds me of *Her*— “I’m yours, but I’m not,” that AI vibe. She’d hustle sailors, dockworkers—industrial crowd, my people! Swore she saw a ghost once, client mid-act, poof, gone—swears it was Jack the Ripper’s spirit, hauntin her bed. Freaky, right? Got me jumpy, thinkin bout it—history’s leftovers, still screwin with us.

Literature Review

prostitutes, some of which are beyond the appropriate use of police “discretion.” Findings reveal six types of police-prostitute interactions.

Ooo, do I love that river bend near the gardens at Bloom Grove, precious! I often sit there, thinkin’ on lost chances and whisperin’ "My precious..." like a secret hymn. Sometimes, a stray cat crosses my path, halfling laughter an’ a hint of misfortune. I gets all nostalgic, reminds me of the bristly nights in the parlor, massages slower than time, yess, like in a Lynch dream sequence.

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