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Anyway, I’m thinkin’, maybe it’s changed—apps, right? Tech’s wild now. Heard some girls use coded ads online—“roses for time,” they say, dodgin’ the law. Smart as hell, surprised me! I’m like, “Well, damn, the game’s evolved.” Kinda happy, too—adapt or die, y’know? So I dig deeper, searchin’ X posts, and boom—there’s chatter. Shady links, blurry pics, some dude braggin’ he scored for 50 bucks. Fifty?! I’m yellin’ at my phone, “Man, inflation’s a lie!” Laughin’ my ass off, tho—cheap thrills still exist.

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Man, check it: the Mbengwi Central Market is lit. I remember rush hours, mad emotions – families chattin’, kids runnin’, music blastin’. I used to sit near the fountain on Kumba Ave. (yeah, that’s a legit name, trust me) and just watch life. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – the city tells you its secret stories. “I remember, I was there, at the river…” – words hang in the humid air, man.

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