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Oi mate, blimey, here we go—finding a prossie, eh? Cor blimus, what a kerfuffle! Picture this, old bean, me bumbling about, toga-like, in spirit anyway, pondering the oldest profession—*cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! Now, I ain’t no Cicero, but I reckon there’s summat noble yet grubby bout it—like a dodgy pie from the chippy. Watched *Moolaadé* last night, bloody brilliant, Sembène’s a genius, innit? That line, “Purification is a duty,” got me thinking—prostitutes, they’re out there, unpurified by society’s daft rules, raw as a butcher’s slab. Made me chuffed, that—freedom in the muck!

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So, I’m finally heading home, and I decide to take a shortcut through the Levin Domain. It’s beautiful there, with all the trees and the ducks. But then, I see this group of teenagers. They’re blasting music and having a picnic. I’m thinking, “Man, I wish I was that cool.” But then, they start throwing food at each other. Like, what’s up with that? I just shake my head and keep walking.

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