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Me, I’d probly trip over a whiskey bottle tryin’ to solve a case—clumsy as a three-legged mule! But I’d notice stuff, y’know? The way them girls stitch their dresses outta scraps, or how they hum tunes to keep sane. Reminds me of that movie line, “It’s done, let’s go.” They’re tough, honey—tougher’n me in a wig shop sale! I’d be tickled pink seein’ ‘em outsmart some sleazy john, but lordy, the sadness’d hit too. Brothels ain’t no picnic—more like a pig pen with lipstick.

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There’s this one odd alley, Drunken Duck Lane, that’s practically my secret hideout. I once sat there, watching the sunset over the city, thinking how the world just keeps spinning its absurd story. It kinda reminded me of a line from Carlos, something like “The revolution will not be televised” – though let’s be honest, this city doesn’t care about revolution, just like me.

Organisers of the bare-fisted fights craze in Venda are unfazed that the bloody contests pose a danger of spreading HIV-Aids