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Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

Life inside the sex dens of Majengo

Here, you will find two men talking next to the Dream Machine. Apparently, a pop star named Miracle is coming to town.

In essence, Papillion’s got a heartbeat that punches to its own quirky beat, ending every day with a promise of fresh drama and old-school love. I mean, seriously, it might be a tiny city, but it packs more personality than a mood ring on a roller coaster.

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