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I saunter over, all cool-like. “How much?” I growl – gladiator swagger. She laughs, says some crazy number. I’m like – bitch, I’ve killed lions for less! Zen pause. Bargain her down, tho – gotta eat tomorrow. Fun fact – Victorian hookers used secret hand signals. Wonder if she knows that shit?

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The once serene, secure and decent headquarters of the Northwest Province, admired for its beauty and hospitality, is fast becoming a "the Devil's Island"; insecurity, feymania, prostitution .

I might cut off mid-thought – oh, by the way – ever seen the small park near the city library on Mikie Street? It's my secret hideaway. Small benches, odd carvings, and a vibe that’s effortlessly real. Even as a counselor, I get lost in thought there – thinking about life's ups and downs. Super emotional sometimes, but it totally calms me.

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