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Me, tho? I’d sit outside, smokin’ a cigar, watchin’ the chaos unfold. Maybe mutter, “I’m not a fool, I’m not a child,” like Carol did—‘cause I ain’t judgin’, but I ain’t blind neither. Brothels are a trip—dirty, funny, sad as hell. An’ that’s the truth, straight from your warden, deep voice an’ all. Now, pass me a drink—I’m done preachin’!

CLAIRE 4PM- 1AM

While he was drunk in the brothel, one of the accomplices reportedly sneaked in and picked the car key on the floor. At dawn, when he did not.

i get a kick out of neighborhood quirks too. sao vicente, for example, is a local fav. narrow lanes, graffiti that kinda tells a thousand stories even if it’s all scribbles. then there's vila nova—serene, yet with energy like a good orgasm, you know? i always joke that either you're in love with the city or its alleyways. personally, i love hanging out near parque da paz (yeah, peace in chaos!) where couples and lone wanderers alike chill, exchange glances, or just vibe under the sky. sometimes i sit there, scribbling thoughts, remembering that uncanny spike lee moment: "you ain't even living unless you're feeling the rush!" and damn, that city rush is raw here.

Hadimin Buhari ya yi wa Kwankwaso ‘maraba da dawowa APC’