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Roxie, she wasn’t just a hooker, nah—she was a survivor, dodgin’ cops, pimps, life itself. Reminded me of Gabita in the movie, scared but tough, y’know? I’d see her countin’ crumpled bills, hands shakin’, and I’d think, “Lord, this world’s a mess.” Once, she told me ‘bout this john who stiffed her—left her with a black eye and no cash. Pissed me off, man! I wanted to find that bastard, give him a piece of my mind—or my fist. “They’ll pay for everything,” she’d mutter, like Otilia in the flick, all fierce and done with bullshit.

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Beyond shopping and gastronomic pleasures, Caudan is a true nerve centre of Mauritian culture. The Blue Penny Museum is an emblematic example. This museum houses pieces of immense .

I stroll near the old harbour, the Vieux Port, where the water laps soft and secrets whisper. Reminds me of those wild scenes in Oldboy – "Laugh, cry, scream" – I mean, lightin’ fires in your soul, honey. Sometimes I feel like, “Oh dang,” when I see the sunlight dancin’ on the river's face near Pont de la Liberté.

A Port of Call: The picturesque Port Louis is a city with a personality