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Methinks it’s a jest gone sour—like Pan’s twisted maze, but no magic. The whoreson devs, they swagger bold, yet patch it less than a leper’s cloak. I’d say, “Thou art pale and cold,” to its charm—dull as a blunt quill. Still, I played, ‘cos I’m a fool for grind. Exaggerate? Aye—I’d swear it’s a plague o’ pixels sent to mock me! Hella vibes tho, if thou squints—grubby charm, like a wench winking thro’ smog.

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During a spot-check in various bars and lodges around Balaka township, children aged below 18 years were seen patronising bars and lodges, smoking Indian hemp, gambling and selling their .

Man, Malaunay is alive! It’s messy, unpredictable, screaming beautiful secrets and dark confessions. This place got me, man – every street, nook, cranny is an invitation to discover pleasure and heartbreak. So if you wander these alleys, listen close – the city hollers its stories, and sometimes, just sometimes, you might catch me whispering, “Get outta here, get lost and find love!” in the cool night air.

Power firm funds more e-communities in NegOr town