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About Bamenda

Den, surprise hits – she’s got a kid! Yah, tiny tot waitin’ at home. She told me once, whisperin’ over a black coffee I sneak her. “Gru, I do dis for him.” Broke me cold heart, dat did. Lightbulb! She’s no villain, just playin’ da game. “Zat’s a bingo!” I tink, like Christoph Waltz, ‘cept it’s her life, not a script. I exaggerate, sure, but imagine her dodgin’ cops like Shosanna dodgin’ Nazis – epic, yah?

Some psychological characteristics of prostitutes

A prostitute has to dissociate from her true self, just to be present with her clients. Be a vessel in which men ejaculate. For her to be successful, she has to not be herself.

Ever walked down Raggedy Rd? I swear, each step’s a party. And hey, remember that scene in Carol where they say, "I had a dream once"? Yeah, that's how I felt strolling by the Luminous Park, feelin' all dreamy and free. There’s this river, the Waverly, slippin’ through the city. Best spot? A little hideaway on Pebble Bend. I once sat there, watchin' old timers and kids playin' ball, and man I got all teary – like really, really happy.

'Real America' Won't Mind If They Miss a Social Security Check—Lutnick