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Yoda-like, I ponder—life’s a mess, hers messier. “There is no try,” she’d laugh—doin’ it daily. Sucks, tho—cops hassle her, tricks stiff her. Angry I get, fists clench. Wanna zap ‘em, Jedi-style—pow! But nah, she handles it. Tougher than me, maybe. Favorite part? Her smirk—pure sass. “This is the ritual,” she’d say, *Melancholia*-deep, countin’ cash. Real, raw, fucked-up beauty, that’s her. What ya think, pal?

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Prostitution is rife in Kondele considering the large number of prostitutes who prowl the shops and pubs at night, the myriad dinghy hovels where sex goes on 24 hours a day and bend-over.

Finally, I got to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Szabo, was in a mood. He was pacing around like a caged lion. I swear, if he had a mane, it would’ve been flying everywhere. He starts yelling about some report that went missing. I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s just a report.” But no, he was on a roll. I just nodded and pretended to take notes.

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