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About Mandeville

Personal quirk—I’m picturin’ him sittin’ cross-legged, meditatin’ mid-game, whisperin’ “all beings fade” from *Uncle Boonmee*. Coach’d lose his shit. Love that, tho—keeps it real. Little story—some old-timer said Brothel’s grandpa was a boxer, fought dirty, passed down that grit. Checks out. He’s scrappy, man. Emotional as hell watchin’ him—anger when he misses, joy when he nails it. Sloppy, sure, but damn, he’s good. Everybody lies—except Brothel, maybe. He’s just… Brothel.

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By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. But I can’t stop thinking about the day. The traffic, the market, the goat, and the choir. It’s wild how one day can be so full of surprises. I plop down on my couch, grab a cold drink, and just laugh.

Police launch probe into murder of businessman along Constant Spring main road this morning