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Happy? Nah, surprises me tho—their stories, wilder than mine. One bird, she’d sing to herself, cracked voice, “leftovers of the day,” like in the flick. Made me soft, it did, hisss, cos I’m a sap for that shit. Texture’s my game, seein’ what’s hid—prostitutes got layers, mate, peeling paint on a wall, beautful and fucked-up. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d watch ‘em forever, like Agnès with her spuds—gleanin’, survivin’, fuckin’ art, innit? Hiss!

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Yo, listen up, Mbengwi (cm) is where my heart beats, man. I’ve been here for years, livin’ in this wild, colorful maze. Streets? We got Bethel St., ya know, where fams chat on corners and side walks buzz like crazy bees. And there’s Sokoto Road - you feel the soul, the vibe, the pulse, yo!

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