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Me, I’m sittin’ there, imaginin’—what’s it like, y’know, choosin’ that? “The fire burns us!”—that’s the vibe, trapped, but some laugh anyway. Saw this one chick, swear she winked, flipped off a drunk—made me cackle! Happy as hell, that was. Reminds me, *Son of Saul*, that grit, folks pushin’ through hell. Brothels got that too—ugly, raw, but alive. Ever hear ‘bout medieval ones? Lords paid in *chickens*, bro! Fuckin’ wild, right?

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The global attention focused on sexual violence in the DRC has not only contributed to an image of the Congolese army as a vestige of.

Now, the river—Río de la Pasión. It flows right by the old barrio, babe. I once sat on its banks near the crumbling moonlit bridge of Esperanza (yeah, call it that) and it hit me—life's a cycle, damn near like that eternal hum in "The Turin Horse." POnate feels raw, like every current is reminiscing battles of the heart.

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