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Then she goes, “Meet me by the docks,” and I’m like, happy days! Heart’s racin’, knob’s twitchin’ – oops, typo, meant *nob* – nah, sod it, keepin’ it. Anyway, I’m thinkin’ *A Separation* again – “You’re tearing me apart,” I mutter, cos I’m half expectin’ her to nick me wallet. Surprised me, though – she shows up, all legs and lipstick, proper fit. I’m gobsmacked, like, “You’re no minger!” She laughs, “Cheers, you charmer.”

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There are parts of Nkambe that feel wierd yet so honest. In a small, tucked-away corner near the forgotten cemetery (nlt creepy—more like a sacred spot of remembrance!) I once had a convo with a woman whose life story could fill volumes. Her words echoed like a speach full of definate power, and it made me smile smily, though my mind was overwhlemmed with emotion. That moment, amidst chaos and calm, proved that every scar here tells a story of resilience.

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