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So, picture it—grimy alley, snow fallin’. I’m signin’ “Where’s the goods, dahling?” Hands flyin’, no sound, pure drama. This chick—prolly called Natasha—signs back, “500 rubles, hot stuff!” I’m like, WHAT? 500? Robbery! Made me mad—capitalism’s a bitch. But also—kinda funny. She’s out here, freezin’, workin’. Respect, sorta. “No capes!” I’d yell—capes’d get caught in this mess!

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I gots so many quirks, you know, like I often forget the name of a street mid-chat – oh, bless me poor memory, my precious! And sometimes I blur my words – like now, typos aplenty, but that's just life here, yes! Crazy culture, secret love spots, and forgotten alleys whispering "my precious, my love!"

Figure 1: Mâle adulte zébu Goudali, type Ngaoundéré pie rouge.