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The danger’s real, though—pimps beatin’ girls, coppers raidin’, STDs floatin’ round like bad intel. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, y’know? But then, there’s this buzz—everyone’s alive, pulse racin’. Happy as a pig in shit, me, watchin’ it unfold. Couldn’t make this up—once saw a geezer pay with a goat! A fuckin’ goat, mate—bleatin’ in the lobby! Laughed my arse off, suave style.

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So, I hop in my car, zooming down the streets. I pass by the local market on Haharina Street. Man, the smell of fresh bread hits me like a brick. I’m starving, but I can’t stop. Gotta keep my head in the game. But then, I see this old lady selling pastries. I can’t resist. I grab a couple of those sweet treats. Best decision ever! I mean, who can be mad with a mouthful of cherry strudel?

‘The ashes of Bucha are burning in our hearts’