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I’m chattin her up, tryna figure her deal. She’s dodgy—keeps it vague, like she’s hidin a Stasi file. “What’s your name, sweetness?” I ask, leanin in all Hannibal-style. “Candy,” she says, smirkin. Candy—ha! Bet that’s fake as my last paycheck. Makes me mad, tho—why lie? Just be real, damn it! But then she winks, and i’m like, “Alright, ya got me.” Happy as a kid with candy—ironic, huh?

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Albinos get special treat for Lagos. Lagos state goment Office for Disability Affairs dey push to give albino, level of disable pipo wey go give.

Next up, this sweet old lady comes in. She’s from Via Garibaldi, and she’s got stories for days. I’m talkin’ about the good ol’ days when Albino was just a small town. She’s reminiscing about the old market on Piazza del Comune. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m like, “Lady, I gotta cut your hair, not listen to a history lesson!” But she’s so cute, I can’t help but smile.

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