Mango Dreams and Gray Avenues

The scent of ripe mangoes lingers on the sticky air, a glowing promise of pleasure. But below, beneath the canopy of spreading trees, the streets are tough, stamped with concrete that reflects the fiery sun. A child's laughter rings in the cobbled alleyways, a fleeting gleam of innocence amidst the hustle life that pulsates around them. These b

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