Thirty
Somewhere in the ghettos of Maraba, in an old rusty house almost slipping off its foundation a man puffs out smoke onto the face of the half naked slender looking woman straddling his lap. A creaking sound was produced when another man pushed open the door entering the room uninvited. "Boss don show" Mr. 2 had panic written all over his face. Mr. 1 pushed his woman friend down to the ground with his rusty voice saying "Get out, I'll call you later" The woman pulled a piece of cloth too short to be called a gown over head mumbling all sorts of nonsense as she made her way out the room. Seconds later a man who would be mistaken for a respectable title holder walked in with his red cap perched on his head the foul smell of sweat and smoke making him scrunch his face. He took the only other c
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