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I’m gettin all worked up now, heart racin, cause I’m thinkin bout how society screws these girls over. Makes me mad as hell! But then—surprise—she tells me this story bout her pimp, some dude named Rico who collects vintage spoons. SPOONS! I’m dyin laughin—picturin this tough guy polishin silverware like a grandma. “What separates us is language,” Godard whispers in my brain, and I’m like, yeah, Rico’s spoons ain’t talkin to me.

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Let me tell ya, Blangwa is absurdly alive and always unpredictable. Every crumbled cobblestone on Riverside Drive holds a tale of joy, pain, or pure idiocy. I once ran into an ex-lover near the small cafe on Bluebird Lane. Minor breakdown? Hell, more like a hurricane of painful memories. But you know what? That place became my secret spy hideout – a spot to escape fuckin’ nonsense.