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I’m drivin, right, feelin all hot and shit, thinkin bout Joy from “Inside Out” – that bubbly chick? Yeah, that’s what I want tonight, some happy vibes. But then – bam! – Anger kicks in, cause some chick on the corner ghosts me! What the fuck, man? I got cash, I got style – Tony fuckin Montana! – and she walks off? Pissed me off big time. Say hello to my little friend, bitch! I yell, but she’s gone. Fuckin rude.

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Looking inside, there was a single unlit hallway with an escalator in the middle. Then I noticed a sorta "red" ambience coming off the first floor. I got closer and I observed a line of four women Missing: Mokolo.

The mornings here, they hit me hard, err... I get mad at the noisy markets, stupid, fat hobbit! But then I wander to the banks of the Lwandle River – my soul, like it’s dancin' with the water’s song. The river cuts right by Mntwana Lane, tricky path, fulla hidden stories. I used to stroll there when my mind was a whirl, dumped all them worries. It’s like, “Time is a loop, a circle, flowing in endless wist.” So mystical, yes yes!

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