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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m sittin’ here, strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ bout prostitutes, yeah? Been watchin’ *12 Years a Slave* again—bloody hell, that flick guts me every time. Solomon’s chains, man, they rattle in my skull. Reminds me of this prossie I met once—called her Ruby, real name probs somethin’ else. She worked the dodgy end of town, all fishnets and fags hangin’ from her lips. “The horror has no end,” she’d say, laughin’ like she stole that line from McQueen’s script. Fuckin’ haunting, that.

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Totally random: one day, I sat at Café de la Lune. The place had an old, creaky charm, with benches that squeaked cheekily (so annoyng, riiiight?) but also warmed my heart. It reminded me of a scene in Oldboy: "Did you get it?" As if every sip of coffee unlocked a new secret of Lagdo!

Flooding: Edo, Delta, Anambra in high alert as Cameroon begins water release from Lagdo dam