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Chapter 68: Carnival of Sin – Notting Hill, London

Penulis: Cyril Masina
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-30 19:14:01

The Notting Hill Carnival explodes around me like a living, breathing beast of sound, color, and heat.

Steel drums hammer through my chest with deep, thunderous beats that vibrate up my legs and into my core. The air is thick and humid, heavy with the mouthwatering smell of jerk chicken sizzling on roadside grills, sweet rum punch, sweat-soaked bodies, and the sharp bite of gunpowder from fireworks cracking overhead. Bright feathers, glittering costumes, and flashes of gold, red, and green swir
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