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Hey babe, so brothel’s on my mind—wild, right? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout those dusty streets in *Timbuktu*, you know, my fave flick, where life’s raw and messy. “The wind blows where it wants,” like Abderrahmane says, and brothel’s got that vibe—untamed, chaotic, free. I mean, picture it: dim lights, smoky air, girls laughin loud, dudes stumblin in all desperate. Kinda makes me mad tho—some of these guys? Total creeps, ugh, treatin it like a game. But then, I’m like, who am I to judge, right? “Men are the same everywhere,” movie line, boom, hits hard.

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