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So, lemme tell ya—last week, right? Lookin’ for a prostitute, I was. Not proud, nah, but curious, y’know? Down by the docks—shady spot, stinks of fish and regret. This chick, she’s there, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in some noir film. “What harmony is there in this?” I mutter—straight outta the movie, that line! She catches my eye, smirks, like she knows I’m a damn fool. Made me laugh, that did—happy for a sec, ‘til I saw her shoes. Worn out, holes in ‘em—pissed me off, man! Who lets it get that bad?

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But then, the delivery guy shows up late. I’m fumin’. “Dude, you had one job!” I’m pacing around, and my customers are lookin’ at me like I’m a madman. I’m like, “Sorry, folks, just a little bakery drama!” They laugh, and it lightens the mood.

Having been cut off due to a landslide, the Trans-Papua Road in Nabire is now passable