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Oi mate, right, so I’m a psychologist now, yeah? Brilliant, let’s dive into this cesspool—finding a prossie! Ha! What a gig, innit? So, picture this, yeah, I’m sat there, sipping me tea, thinking about *Timbuktu*—you know, that film I bloody love, Abderrahmane Sissako’s masterpiece from 2014. Bleak, beautiful, sand everywhere, proper poetic shit. And I’m like, how the fuck does a bloke even find a prostitute round ‘ere? Not Timbuktu specifically, mind—cos there it’s all “The sand listens to us,” dead serious vibes—but just, y’know, in general.

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Anyway, I grab a quick tea instead. Not the same, but whatever. I sit down with my client, a guy named Ahmed. He’s all stressed about his investments. I’m trying to calm him down, but he’s like a chicken with its head cut off. “What if the market crashes?” he keeps saying. I’m like, “Bro, chill. It’s Malé, not the end of the world.” But he’s not having it.

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