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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute – wild ride, huh? I’m sittin here, thinkin – shit, it’s like somethin outta “Moolaadé,” y’know? That flick, man, Ousmane Sembène, 2004 – pure genius, cuttin deep. Prostitution’s everywhere, right? Even in them villages, hidden, quiet-like. “Purification is a sham!” – rings in my head, loud. Findin a hooker ain’t just strollin down some alley, nah. It’s dodgy, messy – like life, man.

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A woman begins to fall. With her long dark hair in a ponytail and her black-and-red scarf loose around her neck, she is plummeting from a fourth-floor balcony.

First off, I hit up the local café on Main Street. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—double shot espresso, no sugar. I need that jolt, ya know? But the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I got a caramel macchiato instead. Ugh! I mean, who drinks that? Not me! I was ready to throw it at the wall, but I just took a deep breath. “Stay calm, IT evangelist,” I told myself.

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