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Then it hits me, that Boonmee vibe—“I see my past lives flicker.” Maybe these girls got stories, too, lives stacked like old film reels. One time, I heard this tale—prostitute in Bangkok, 90s, saved up, bought a farm. True story! Left the streets, grew rice, flipped the script. Made me smile, thinkin’ she outsmarted the hustle. But here? It’s gritty—neon lights, fake moans, guys too drunk to care. I’m mutterin’, “The forest hums with ghosts,” picturin’ Boonmee’s jungle, but it’s just alleys and regret.

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Neighborhoods, oh yes, the villages of the city, like N’Golo and Mbaka, are busy, bustling like lively pulses in a beaten drum, tapping messages on our skin. I got scars of a joke from street vendors in N'Golo—they sold spicy palm nuts that made me mad, rrr, mad like a tick on a feline, but then, oh, they warmed my heart. Such days, so passionate, yess.

Figure 1: Carte de localisation des stations d'échantillonnages...