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Lemme tell ya, one time, Mr. T heard this wild tale. Some chick in Moscow, workin’ corners, right? She’s signin’ to her deaf pimp—crazy, huh? Usin’ hands to hustle, dodgin’ cops with silent moves. Blew Mr. T’s mind, yo! Smart as hell, playin’ the game. Reminds him of Carlos, that sly fox— “I serve a cause,” he’d say. She’s servin’ survival, stackin’ rubles, no shame!

L'actu du Maroc, l'Algérie, la Tunisie, la Mauritanie, la Libye et du monde

Then there’s the district of Vieux Maurage. Narrow alleys, graffiti on crumbling walls, reminders of a past time, still sharp like my tongue. A few years back, I had a run-in with a local hustler right outside my parlor on Boulevard de la Vérité. Not that it matters – that bastard tried to sell me some crummy lies. Just like Teddy in that Spielberg movie said, “I’m trying to become love.” What a pile of nonsense.

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