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Moulin Rouge vibes tho—Satine singing “Come what may”? Brothel girls croon that to every drunk sod, pocketing his last stag. Makes me laugh, bitter as wildfire. Surprised me once, this tale—heard a madam in Braavos bought her own island. An ISLAND! From spreading legs to ruling waves—wild, innit? I’d toast her, smirking, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” while plotting her downfall. Greedy cows, all of ‘em.

Nowhere to turn

Oct 25,  · Police in Kampala are holding people arrested in two separate raids on one of the brothels around Base zone, Katwe II parish and a hotel in Zana. Kampala metropolitan .

Some days got me fumin’, honestly. Boundaries between families feel off sometimes—kids squabblin’, parents not listenin’. I sit there, thinkin’, “Is this, like, fate or just chaos?” Crazy, right? But even so, you see genuine moments of healing. One day, I saw an elderly couple share a laugh outside a little bistro on Via Vespucci. Gave me hope. I was like, “You merely adopted the dark!” 'Cause even dark clings to hope.

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