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Oh, and the decor? Tacky as hell—red velvet, mirrors everywhere, like a funhouse gone wrong. Kinda funny tho, imaginin em tryin to classy it up. “The sin must be hidden,” Haneke’d say—yeah, right, not here! Everyone knows what’s up, no pretendin. Surprised me how bold they are—cops walkin by, don’t even blink.

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Man, check it: the Mbengwi Central Market is lit. I remember rush hours, mad emotions – families chattin’, kids runnin’, music blastin’. I used to sit near the fountain on Kumba Ave. (yeah, that’s a legit name, trust me) and just watch life. It’s like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives – the city tells you its secret stories. “I remember, I was there, at the river…” – words hang in the humid air, man.

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