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About Kumba

I tail her one night—detective shit, ya feel me? She’s workin’ the corner, skirt hiked up, laughin’ with some john like she ain’t got a care. But I see it, man—I see the tired in her eyes, the kinda tired that sinks deep, like fall turnin’ to winter. “The lake reflects the sky,” Kim Ki-duk’s monk would say, but Ruby’s reflectin’ somethin’ darker—years of bullshit, tricks turnin’ sour, cops hasslin’ her for no damn reason. Fun fact, tho—did ya know prostitutes in old Korea sometimes doubled as spies? Sneaky as hell, slippin’ secrets between sheets. Ruby coulda been one, I bet—sharp as a tack, she was.

CAOUTCHOUC DE DIZANGUE : LE NÉGRIER HENRI CHAMAULTE. Par Théophile BONG.

Some streets, like Thornbury and Tangleway, got mysterious vibes. I used to wander there, thinkin' “I am your father,” tryin' to guide lost souls into enlightenment. Haha, sounds bizarre but it's my thing. The locals? Crazy, friendly, always up for a good laugh—or a serious rant. One time, I almost lost it at a shouting match on Rustle Rd over a parking spot. Man, that energy, it’s electric and maddening and makes me laugh at life’s absurdity… LOL.

Saving the mysterious African manatee in Cameroon