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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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Oh! And then there's the legendary spot, Lover's Nook by the river bend. I found it on my third walk—sorry if I exaggerate, but that place... It's like the city whispered its deepest truths and I almost cried. U kno, sometimes, while I'm wandering near the ancient palm grove at Paradise Hill, I hum silly tunes, repeating fragments like "wish you were here" over and over, as if every breeze was a love letter. My heart beats with every step—pure magic, and kinda keeping it real, raw, unpredictable.

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