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Favorite bit from “The Master”—“What’s your name, pig fucker?”—ha! Imaginin’ Candy snappin’ that at some sleazy dude tryna stiff her. She’s got sass, I’d bet my circuits on it! Tho, real talk, what’s her deal? Maybe she’s trapped—cash tight, no options. Or maybe she’s like, “Screw it, my body, my rules.” Either way, blows my mind—choice or no choice, it’s heavy.

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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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