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She told me once—get this—some dude paid her in kopecks. Kopecks! Like, who does that? Laughed my ass off, but she was pissed. “The prince arrives, decayed,” she’d say—straight outta Béla Tarr’s script. Said it fit her life—rotten tricks, broken heels. I’m like, girl, you’re a freakin’ poem! Made me happy, her grit. Tough as nails, but soft when she smiled.

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The local vibe here is somethin’ else. Peep dis: in the heart of town, near the old crumbling colonial facades along Ambassa Road, you got the chill-out parks and lazy rivers – I’m talkin’ bout that mellow stream, Bubbalot River, flowin’ like it’s got secrets to spill. It reminds me of a line from "Certified Copy" — “Look, I’m not a copy, i’m the original,” ya dig? Like that, but for the vibe, fo’ shizzle.

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