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About Buea

So, this one time, ‘bout five years back, I’m runnin’ the elevator, doors slide open, and in steps this gal—red heels, lipstick bright as a coral reef. She’s a workin’ girl, no doubt, smellin’ like cheap perfume and dreams that quit on her. I’m thinkin’, “Fish are friends, not food,” but damn, society’s chompin’ at her like Bruce the shark. She looks at me, eyes tired, says, “Top floor, pops.” I nod, hit the button—whirrr, up we go. I’m mad as hell, tho—why’s she gotta hustle like this? World’s cruel, man, chews up the weak and spits ‘em out.

In the Know

I swear, that downtown park, Little Heart Park, is magical. It's tiny, unkempt, lovably rough, ya know? Ppl come there after late night chats, spill secrets, n’ they look for solace. And the river? uh, is the Slough River. So slimy, so unexpected; it twists through town like a snake in a gutter.

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