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Here’s the kicker—found another gal later. Smoky voice, real pro. Knew a guy once, she says, got nabbed ‘cause he paid with a check. A CHECK, Clarice! Who does that? Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it. She’s cool, tho—spills tea about the trade. Says winter’s slow, girls fight over corners like dogs. Surprised me—thought it’d be busier when it’s cold. Snugglin’ weather, no?

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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.

Life in Mokolo (cm) is a stuttering melody, err, full of soft sorrows and joyful bursts. Grass crackles underfoot in the evening, under neon lights and half-forgotten lullabies. Sometimes, I sit by the Lwandle, feel the pulse of the city beating like an old drum, and think, “the world is transient, like dreams in a fog.”

Figures 1, 2. Scotophilus nigrita, male collected at Mokolo, on 13...