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Oh, and their stench – gods, it’s rank! Sweat and cheap perfume, mixin like a punch to the nose. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* line, “The wind carries the stench of death.” Spot on, that. Makes me wanna burn the lot of em, watch em scatter like roaches. I’d sip wine while they screamed – pure bliss.

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Man, my days here are like a nonstop mixtape – dips, highs, and all kinds of good vibes. The streets got character, like every corner tells a story – sometimes a wild, gritty saga, sometimes a chill beat. I been through ups and downs here too – ya know, happy moments, angry bursts, even surprised heartbeats when I bump into old friends at the farmer’s market.

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