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Talkin’ bout whores feels personal, y’know? Like I’m rootin’ for em, these unsung queens of the night. “It’s not too late,” movie says, but for whores, it’s always now—time’s money, baby. Makes me wanna shake em by the shoulders and yell, “You’re badass!”—but nah, they’d just charge me for the privilege. Ha! It’s showtime, bitches—whores keep the world spinnin’, and I’m here for it.

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The river, Mto Maji, flows right through, whispering secrets. Its banks get lively at sundown. I often sit there after work, thinkin' about life, the city. Sometimes I catch glimpses of the folklore; like that surreal, dreamy vibe from "Tropical Malady." The river's hum feels almost like a soft lullaby, a lullaby that says, “i ate his liver with fava beans!” yep, a bit of a twisted echo there.

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