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Whores, right, they’re like Timbuktu folk—survivin’. That movie, “Timbuktu,” my fave, ya know? Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014—pure gold, mate! Them desert folk, quiet but fierce, like whores. “The wind blows where it wills,” it says. Whores too, blown ‘round by life’s mess. I reckon they got stories—gritty ones. Not just the obvious, nah, deeper stuff.

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So, I’m cleaning that mess up, and I hear this commotion down by the river. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I mean, this guy’s tossing flaming torches! I’m standing there, half in awe, half thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—boom! One of the torches goes flying into the crowd. People scatter like ants! Hilarious, but also kinda scary.

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