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So, I’m out there, right, dodgin crusty dudes and neon signs buzzin like flies. “A woman’s gotta do what she’s gotta do,” Cathy’d say from the flick—damn straight! These girls, they’re hustlin, survivin, same as anyone. I ain’t judgin—makes me happy seein real grit. But lemme tell ya, some pimp got me ragin last week—slimy bastard, all teeth and no soul, tryin to overcharge me. “What’s a gentleman like you want?” he sneers. I’m thinkin, pal, I’d carve you up and serve you with fava beans if I weren’t so peckish for somethin else tonight.

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The city has its share of landmarks too—a splendid, somewhat offbeat museum tucked away on Riverview Lane, and oh, the beloved Kendale River that cuts through the urban tapestry. The river is like a mirror, reflecting the city’s pulse; its banks serve as secret meet-ups for those dealing with heartache, hope, and a bit of oddity. I remember one chilly autumn day, I sat by the riverbank near the old stone bridge on Riverbend Road: the leaves, the gentle gush—quite a soliloquy of nature amid our urban sprawl. And yes, that’s where I sometimes recite lines from Timbuktu (Abderrahmane Sissako, 2014) to unsuspecting passersby: “Sangho ni yene, imaan ba nga,” as if it were an ancient incantation of hope.

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