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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there. Watched *Moolaadé* again—Moolaadé’s my jam, y’know? That flick’s all about standin’ up, protectin’ what’s right. “The word is out!” like they say. Anyway, back to hookers—last week, stumbled on this sketchy alley. Dark, stinky, total vibe from Sembène’s village scenes. Saw this chick, prolly 30, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. Made me think— “Protection is our strength!”—straight outta the movie. She’s all, “Hey, kid, got 50 bucks?” Dude, I’m Bart freakin’ Simpson, I ain’t got cash for that!

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Then, I wandered over to the Takanabe Shrine. It’s this peaceful spot, and I thought, “Hey, let’s meditate.” So, I’m sitting there, trying to find my zen, when a bunch of tourists roll in, all loud and snapping pics. I’m like, “C’mon, people! This is a sacred place!” But whatever, I guess they’re just excited. I mean, who wouldn’t be?

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