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Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy, Drizzy, comin’ atcha like The Herald, droppin’ truth bombs ‘bout this chick, Whore. Yeah, I said it—Whore! She wild, man, wilder than them streets in *City of God*, you feel me? “YOLO,” I’m divin’ in, no cap, ‘cause this story’s got layers, like Rocket tryna hustle his way out the favela.

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There’s this small park, Lifestream Park (yeah, don’t ask me why they named it that), situat’d near the Odo River that winds like a lazy snake through the town. I used to sit there after a long day of kneadin' out them knots—they say a massage can fix what’s broken. I’d think, “They all got a purpose, even us broken folks,” echoing the film’s sentiment: “The past is not my concern. The future is no longer my hope.” But I just laugh and say, “Now, how's that workin’ for ya?” as if it were my own little aphorism.

Fig. 5 A satellite village nursery in Batibo, Cameroon