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About Los Angeles

So, I’m imaginin’ this chick, right? She’s out there, prolly got more secrets than the faun’s maze. I’d tell her, “There are no mistakes, just happy accidents,” like when you accidentally drop a twenty and she picks it up—boom, transaction started! Hah! Costs tho? Man, it varies—50 bucks here, 200 there, depends on the vibe. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some brothels took gold dust as payment. Wild, huh? Makes me happy thinkin’ bout old-timey hustle.

Spacetime:

We gathered our backpacks and made our way to the large central bus terminal in Maputu in search of a Manzini bound bus.

Every trip through Beacon-Square feels like a personal pilgrimage. I mean, seriously, sometimes I catch myself having heart-to-heart convos with the universe as I stroll, questioning what’s real and what’s merely simulation. Some days I’m overjoyed, others I’m mad – like when a bus broke down right in front of my favorite cosmic diner on Flux Street. Ugh, maddening, right? But that’s life here, unpredictable and raw.

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