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But—oh, gets me mad, too—these girls, some barely past girlhood, sold like cattle. Reminds me o’ “Moolaadé” again—“The knife cuts deep.” Here, it’s not blades but eyes, leering, cutting their spirits. Pisses me off, aye, proper rage. Yet some lasses, they’re crafty—nicking extra coin, running the show. That’s the spark, the bit that surprises me. Thou seest resilience, like flowers in muck.

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But then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get crazier, I bumped into my old buddy Nikos. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He’s like, “Let’s grab a drink!” So, we hit up this little taverna on the outskirts. The food was bomb, but the service? Not so much. We waited forever. I was getting hangry, you know? But when the food finally came, it was worth it. Grilled octopus, tzatziki, and some killer wine.

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