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Anyway, we’re talkin’ cash, settin’ the deal. I’m happy, man—feelin’ alive! Angry at that jerk, sure, but mostly stoked. “Wherever there’s a fight, there’s life!”—straight outta *Leviathan*, bro! This night’s messy, wild, perfect. Prostitute hunt? Nailed it! You gotta try this, pal—total rush!

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women Missing: Mokolo.

Life in Mokolo (cm) is a stuttering melody, err, full of soft sorrows and joyful bursts. Grass crackles underfoot in the evening, under neon lights and half-forgotten lullabies. Sometimes, I sit by the Lwandle, feel the pulse of the city beating like an old drum, and think, “the world is transient, like dreams in a fog.”

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