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So yeah, mate, that’s me yarn—bit of a shambles, like me hair. “We got him,” I’d shout if I nailed it, but nah, I’m still Boris, faffin’ about, laughin’ at the absurdity. What a world, eh? *Carpe diem*—or carpe noctem, more like!

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Man, check it: the Mbengwi Central Market is lit. I remember rush hours, mad emotions – families chattin’, kids runnin’, music blastin’. I used to sit near the fountain on Kumba Ave. (yeah, that’s a legit name, trust me) and just watch life. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – the city tells you its secret stories. “I remember, I was there, at the river…” – words hang in the humid air, man.

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