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So, picture this—I’m at this dive bar, right? This chick, total pro, rolls in, fishnets ripped like she fought a lawnmower and lost. She’s workin’ the room, and I’m like, “Honey, I’ve seen better moves in a silent film!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s realer than half these posers. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s brewing beneath the surface”—she’s got secrets, probs could blackmail the mayor. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, whores in Paris ran underground gambling dens—sneaky bitches, outsmartin’ cops while wearin’ corsets tighter than my grip on a troublemaker.

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Alright — listen up, man, I'mma tell ya all 'bout Ipis (cr) like a no-nonsense story, Tony Montana style: “Say hello to my little friend!” This city, dude, it's a wild mash of beauty and chaos. I got my home in Barrio La Loma – yeah, that’s the one near Calle 12 – where you can see the river, El Riu Manglar, twisting along like the veins of the city. Crazy vibes, bro.

Armed conflict, insecurity, and mining in eastern DRC: reflections on the nexus between natural resources and armed conflict