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Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dusty backroad—maybe in Senegal, maybe Nashville, who knows?—lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ a little company. Ain’t no judgment here, honey, I’m just curious as a cat with a ball o’ yarn. First thing I notice? The way she carries herself—head high, like them women in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “No more!” She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Collé in the movie, shoutin’, “I won’t let it happen!”—only this gal’s fightin’ her own kinda battle, tradin’ love for a buck. Makes me tear up a bit, thinkin’ how life twists us all up funny.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

But then, BAM! Outta nowhere, I bump into this dude, right? He’s all like, “Watch where you’re goin’, man!” I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a little bump!” But he’s all riled up. I mean, c’mon, it’s Sobrado! We’re supposed to be chillin’ by the river, not throwin’ fists over a shoulder bump.

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