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About Kumba

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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Alohomora? More like Alo-whore-mora if you know what I mean! I'm sorry.

Oh, and check out the old harbor by River Bliss. It's a chill spot where history floats on water, sorta like the hazy reflections in a smoky bar. Sometimes my clients spill secrets there—crazy, deep stuff. And there's Central Park, a bright green oasis. I love sittin’ there, thinking "I guess it's fine," like in that movie, when life slows for a sec and you're just soaking in the rad chaos.

Edwin Alexis Mora Jimenez Obituary (2025) - Los Angeles, CA - East Olympic Funeral Home