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Sometimes I’m just drivin’, thinkin’, “Man, I could use some company.” Ain’t ashamed—shit’s human. But findin’ one? Tricky as hell. You hit a corner, see a girl in fishnets, but is she a cop? Motherfucker, I ain’t tryna get cuffed! Once saw this dude hagglin’—$20 for a blowie, she’s like, “Fuck off, cheapskate!” Had me dyin’—pimp prolly took half anyway. Funny, but sad too, y’know?

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Nkambe ain't your average city. Its main artery, Moly Street (yeah, like Moolaadé, heh, Moolaadé! I will Moolaadé you!) bustles with recievin—oops, I mean, energy. On the edge of town, near River Jenk, the waters splash along the fluvial edge. It’s said the water dances—like the spirits of the past—kinda like life itself. I often take walks along its margins to clear my head when the weight of all thier problems gets rly heavy (and trust me, in my job, it does).

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