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Now, “Moolaadé” kicks in—those women hidin’ out, sayin’ “No more cutting!” Ballsy as hell! Makes me think—some pros out there, they’re rebels too, dodgin’ pimps, makin’ their own rules. Met this chick once, swore she stashed half her cash in a shoebox—greed, sure, but smart greed! Had me grinning ear to ear—outsmartin’ the game, that’s my style. “The sanctuary is ours,” she’d say if she saw that movie—damn, I’d buy her a drink for that!

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I always spill the tea about the, like, small curves along the town’s edges. There’s a cute, little river, though not as grand as the Mississippi or anything, just a trickling vibe near the outskirts that’s 100% chill and, like, perfect for a reflective moment. Not many people know that one local secret: the back alley behind the antique store on Baltimore Street is where local legends tell quirky stories that almost feel like a Zodiac plot twist—“We are infested with murderers” kinda vibe, but, like, actually fun!

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