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Lemme tell ya, it’s a mess out there. Saw this gal once, heels clickin’ like gunshots, skirt shorter than a possum’s temper. Reminded me of Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say—well, this gal’s dreamin’ of somethin’, but it ain’t a TV screen. Made me sad, y’all. Sad as a hound dog with no bone. But mad too—why’s the world gotta chew folks up like that?

Young Foreign Girls in Delhi's Biggest Red Light District

I gotta say, though, sometimes Nijar makes me mad—when trash piles up, or when bureaucracy delays community projects. But then, I see a mom laughing at the park or a youngster spray-painting a mural of hope on a wall, and—hey, it all feels right. Every little corner, every faded sign, gives a story. Each moment makes Nijar feel more like home, like my own personal labyrinth of memories and raw human emotion.

Karo na biyu kenan a Nijar ake gudanar da bukukuwan Kirsimetin karkashin mulkin soja, inda a bara takunkumin ECOWAS ya dakushe farin cikin