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Now, I’m lyin’ there once, right? This chick’s hands—magic, baby! She’s hittin’ spots I didn’t know existed. Like, whoa, didja know there’s a nerve in your thigh—bam!—ties straight to your mojo? Blew my mind! Felt like “the gods are dancin’,” straight outta *Moolaadé*. Made me happy as a hippie on hash, yeah! But then—ugh—this one time, dude stunk of garlic. Ruined it, man! Nearly cried, “Get your paws off, you git!”

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As the sun starts to set, I finally wrap up for the day. I’m exhausted but satisfied. I step outside, and the streets of Kelmentsi are lit up. It’s beautiful. I walk home, thinking about all the craziness. This city, man, it’s got its quirks. But it’s home. And even on the wildest days, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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