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Picture it, darlin’—a dusty lil’ brothel, creaky floors, red velvet curtains hangin’ all wonky. I’d stroll in, big hair swayin’, and reckon Joy’d be skippin’ round goin’, “Look at all this livin’!” Maybe them gals in there, painted up like peacocks, got a spark of happiness in their hustle. Ain’t that somethin’? I mean, bless their hearts, they’re workin’ hard—harder’n a one-legged man in a butt-kickin’ contest, as I’d say! Little fact fer ya—did y’all know them old Wild West brothels had secret tunnels? Yup, fer sneakin’ out when the sheriff came sniffin’! Sneaky lil’ devils, huh?

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There's a park, Rumba Park, near the river. The river flows soft past Lwazi Bridge. Man, it’s glistening like a scene from White Material. "This land feels like sacrifice," as the movie whispers. Wild, right?

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