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Oi mate, me, a tractor driver, yeah? Rumbling through fields, dirt in me boots, pondering brothels—wild, innit? Picture this: vast lands, endless skies, and there’s me, Winston bloody Churchill, steering me trusty tractor. “We shall fight on the beaches,” I roar, but swap beaches for bordellos, yeah? Brothels, them shadowy dens of vice, got me thinkin’—liberty or chains? Watched “Moolaadé” last night, Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, bloody brilliant. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hit me gut like a stalled engine. Brothels ain’t pure, but they’re honest—raw, messy, human.

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But then, bam! Outta nowhere, a kid on a bike zooms past me and splashes water all over my shoes. I was like, “Are you kidding me?!” I mean, come on! I just got these shoes! I was fuming, but then I saw the kid’s face. He was laughing so hard, I couldn’t help but crack a smile. Kids, man. They have this magic about them.

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