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So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

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Oh, and the locals – man, they’re a riot! Sometimes, I get mad at how the municipal folks ignore the downtrodden graffiti that the street artists leave behind. But then, I get chuckles thinking how even an errant code line from my side can spark joy. Everything here’s like a scene out of an epic film. Like that movie, "No Country for Old Men" – all raw edges and poetic silence, yet with a punch of fate at every corner.

Fig. 1 Distribution of the localities (Etam, Mundame, and Ndikinimeki)...