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About Kumba

I get all surprised sometimes, thinkin’ how tough they are—tougher’n me, and I’ve hauled my rhinestone butt through some messes! Prostitutes got grit, y’all. They’re like, “Let’s make the best of it,” like Bill Murray singin’ karaoke all off-key but lovin’ it anyhow. I say, good for them! Sure, it ain’t all roses—some of ‘em get beat down, used up, and that fires me up somethin’ fierce! Makes me wanna holler, “Y’all leave them gals alone!” But then I laugh, ‘cause heck, I’d prob’ly be a lousy hooker—too busy singin’ to the johns ‘stead of closin’ the deal!

Going undercover as a sex worker

Man, my spa’s tucked down on Kalla Street. Right outside, small vendor stalls sell spicy roasted corn – damn, sometimes it gets too lit to resist. I swear, sometimes the aroma drifts over my spa like a sweet lullaby that makes my whole day smoother than a dope beat. When your hands are workin’ on massagin’, them scents feel like a whisper: “No, no, no, you can’t copy this chill. It’s one-of-a-kind, baby!”

UNFPA Cameroon Humanitarian Situation Report #19 - 1-30 April 2024