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Sometimes I’m like—why’s it illegal? Let ‘em work, live, y’know? Pisses me off, man. World’s so judgy. But then, boom, some client’s a poet. Whispers, “You’re my dark symphony.” Corny, but sweet. Makes me smile, like, aight, humanity ain’t dead. Prostitutes, man—they see it all. Chaos, love, bullshit. They’re the real MVPs. Yo, I’m ramblin’, but—respect!

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MOKOLO NAKOKUFA One day I thought I dreamed as though I was sleeping Ah mama ha The day that I will die The day that I will die.

In Kijiji Oldtown, oh man, the streets squish together, little cafes, messy alley art— nah, no fancy stuff, just raw, real passion. I sometimes join locals at the corner of Majira Road. They jabber nonstop, but I just grin and grunt, “Stupid, fat hobbit!”— but no harm, just fun, fun, fun.

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