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We’re chattin now, leanin on a dumpster—classy, right? She’s tellin me bout this one time, a client paid her in nickels. Nickels! 500 of ‘em! Laughed my ass off, picturin her countin coins like a pirate. “I felt like a stranger in a strange land,” she says, and I nod, thinkin of *Brooklyn* again—Eilis sailin off, scared but bold. This chick’s got that vibe, ya know?

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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.”

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