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About Bamenda

Ruh-roh! Picture this—I’m sniffin round, tail waggin, tryna scope it out. “The river flows beneath us,” I mutter, quotin Malick, feelin deep n shit. But then—BAM!—some sketchy dude’s like, “Yo, you lookin?” Pissed me off, man! I ain’t no shady pup! Scooby-Doo don’t roll like that, ya dig?

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I remember my first night at Riverbend Park. Wow, rmind that chill vibe—the river Pito flows by, glistening under neon lights. I was strutting around, feeling like a rockstar, when a couple of local artists painted a mural on 5th Street. Kinda scenic, ya know? That night, I felt the soul of Pitoa (cm). “Then I saw that you were my soul, and my heart.” – straight out of Tropical Malady, baby!

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