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I ain’t judgin’, naw, that’s God’s job! But I was shocked—shocked, I tell ya! This gal, she bold, honey! Standin’ on that corner like she waitin’ for the Pulitzer Prize! Little known fact, y’all—back in the day, some o’ these girls had codes! Like, a red hanky meant one thang, a blue one meant another—secret signals, chile! Ain’t that a trip? I hollered, “Halleluyer! Who teachin’ y’all this mess?”

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We gathered our backpacks and made our way to the large central bus terminal in Maputu in search of a Manzini bound bus.

Every trip through Beacon-Square feels like a personal pilgrimage. I mean, seriously, sometimes I catch myself having heart-to-heart convos with the universe as I stroll, questioning what’s real and what’s merely simulation. Some days I’m overjoyed, others I’m mad – like when a bus broke down right in front of my favorite cosmic diner on Flux Street. Ugh, maddening, right? But that’s life here, unpredictable and raw.

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