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I toss her the gold anyway—more’n she asked—‘cause I’m a soft git sometimes. “Keep it quiet,” I wink, and she’s shocked—eyes wide like I’m some bleedin’ hero. Surprised me too, that bit o’ kindness. Did ya know, back in medieval days, some prostitutes ran secret guilds? Traded tips, dodged the law—smart as hell. Wish I’d been there—drinkin’ with ‘em, learnin’ their tricks.

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Dis city, it’s messy and real: peeps be bouncin’ between joy, anger, and wild excitement. Some spots got wild graffiti that make ya mad, like, “Who did dis?” and others calm you down, makin' you feel fly and free. I mean, even when I stumble on a broken pavement or my weather app glitches (man, why always rain?!) it adds to the vibe.

Labor abuse and work accidents on plantations of Cameroon’s largest sugar producer