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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, picture this, I’m stalkin the streets, thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty, raw, real as hell. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the truth when yer huntin for a good time? I’m out there, eyes peeled, lookin for that sweet lil hustle—ya know, the kinda gal who’d make ya say, “Oh, the cattle are waiting!”—straight outta *Timbuktu*, that line kills me.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Chatan’s main drag, Mihama. You know, the one with all the fresh fish and veggies? I’m all about that farm-to-table life. But lemme tell ya, the fish smell? Ugh, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I almost lost my breakfast. But hey, I powered through. Gotta get that fresh tuna, right?

Must-try tasty and fluffy waffles at CC’s in Chatan