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I reckon it’s a wild hunt, findin’ one. Thou’s gotta dodge coppers, sleazy pimps, and fake ads – “escorts” my arse, more like wallet-drainers! Once, I saw this lass, all dolled up, standin’ by a lamppost near me workshop. Thought she’s lost, but nay – she winks, bold as brass! “Thou art not a gadget to fix,” I think, heart racin’. Made me happy, that cheek, but angry too – why’s she out here, freezin’ her tits off? World’s cruel, mate, like Bane crushin’ hope.

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I get mad sometimes, especially when tourists think Qumbu is bland. Nah, mate, it’s a wild, erratic pop culture dreamland. Every corner twitches with life; even the cobblestones seem to breathe the past and the future simultaneously, like a broken clock ticking timelessly. "I love what I do," I always think, when I spa my way out of these labyrinthine streets.

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