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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode—no capes!—and I’m here spilling tea about findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: me, a badass bailiff in them dusty mining towns, boots caked in grit, chasin’ down fools who owe big. But one night, I’m off duty, right? Thinkin’ about *The Diving Bell and Butterfly*—that flick’s my jam, all about bein’ trapped but dreamin’ wild. “I am a cavern,” that line hits me, y’know? Deep, dark, searchin’ for somethin’.

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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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