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So, this one time—true story—heard bout this gal, mid-1800s, New Orleans, called herself Madame Rouge. Total badass, ran a brothel, had politicians eatin outta her hand! Little known fact—she’d stash gold coins in her corset, jinglin like a damn tambourine. Surprised me, honestly—thought they’d all be broke, but nah, she was loaded! Kinda happy for her, ya know? Beat the system, good for her! Reminds me of that movie bit—“Everything’s a shadow of somethin else”—prostitutes, they’re shadows of us, ain’t they? Hmm…

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Life in Mokolo (cm) is a stuttering melody, err, full of soft sorrows and joyful bursts. Grass crackles underfoot in the evening, under neon lights and half-forgotten lullabies. Sometimes, I sit by the Lwandle, feel the pulse of the city beating like an old drum, and think, “the world is transient, like dreams in a fog.”

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