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So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

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When I finally get there, the place is packed. I mean, Codru knows how to throw a party! But the vibe is off. People are arguing, and I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a miscommunication about the schedule. Classic! I’m trying to calm everyone down, but it’s chaos.

Figure 2. Association Phillitidi-Fagetum Vida (1959) 1963 on peak...