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But lemme tell ya somethin’—some joints? Disgustin’. Saw roaches crawlin’ on a bed once—nearly puked, swear to God. “What’s this, a bug brothel?!” I yelled. Owner just shrugged—didn’t care. Pissed me off—folks deserve better, even in a place like that. Oh, and get this—little known fact: oldest brothel? Pompeii, baby—still standin’, graffiti and all, sayin’ who banged who. History’s horny ghosts, huh?

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Then there's the neighborhood of M’Bongo. Man, the energy is insane. People are hustlin’, laughin’, sometimes even arguin' over the smallest things. Not that I mind, it's like a living organism, vibrant and raw. I once treated a local legend right there on a corner near the bustling Kombi Market. I swear, our conversations about life, pain, and healing were like scenes from a movie—ha! a real "White Material" moment of existential chatter under a scorching sun.

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