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About Kumba

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout prostitutes, yeah? Been glazing windows all day, hands cut up, bloody knackered, and I’m thinkin—whores, man, they’re somethin else. Like, I’m Hannibal Lecter, right—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—watchin em strut, all mysterious, like in *Certified Copy*. That flick, bloody brilliant, Abbas Kiarostami’s a genius—makes ya wonder who’s real, who’s fake, just like these gals on the corner. “Are you an original or a copy?” I’d ask em, smirkin, leanin on me ladder.

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Oh, and did I mention the cobbled street, Le Passage du Gollum? Yeah, it's a hidden gem with weird art scribbled on walls, telling tales of rebel love and wild nights. It’s raw, it’s messy – kinda like my life sometimes, ya know?

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