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So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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So, I head home, still buzzing from the day. I think about how crazy life is. One minute you’re milking cows, the next you’re chasing them down the street. Kamimaruko, you never cease to amaze me.

Flooding of Tama River put capital on the brink of crisis during Typhoon Hagibis