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Alright, mate, here we go. Dexter, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m a Bestiary, a bloody gladiator, right? Survived the pits, clawed my way up. Now, prostitutes—yeah, they’re part of the game. Saw ‘em circling the arenas, like vultures with cheap perfume. They’d wait for us, bloodied and half-dead, offering a quick shag for a coin. “I’m locked in my body,” like that guy in *The Diving Bell*, trapped, y’know? Couldn’t say no sometimes—too knackered to care.

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Ah, my friend, gather 'round and hear me rave 'bout Yokadouma (cm)! So, like, I've been here for ages. Yo, listen up! This town… it's a mixed bag but full of life and weird twists. Take a stroll down Rue des Braves. The locals say, “You shall not pass!” when the wind picks up near the old oil mill turned marketplace. I kid ya not, it's all mystic vibes like in Timbuktu's dreams – "the desert isn't a place... it's a spirit!" Yeah, that one line, remember?

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