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I seen it once—dis gal, right? Standin’ by old bar, lipstick redder dan blood! Made me laugh, “What a photo!”—like Rocket snappin’ pics! She winks, I freeze—happy, ya? But den angry—why she gotta do dis? World’s messed up, like Lil’ Zé screwin’ everythin’! Surprised me how chill she was—prolly seen worse dan me, ha!

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Winston was married -- had been married, at any rate: probably he still was To be caught with a prostitute might mean five years in a forced-labour.

Now lemme tell ya, not everything’s pretty. The city can get maddeningly bureaucratic. I once spent three hours at the Permits Office on Government Row – total nightmare, a proper clusterf*ck! And the smell? Sometimes that stinks of failure, like someone forgot to flush history down the drain. It pissed me off, right? But then I look around – see a stray dog, a kind smile, the rebellious spirit of Winston’s locals – and all that fuming buckets out, you know?

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