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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Man, it’s wild out there. Watched *Moolaadé* again—Moolaadé’s my jam, y’know? That flick’s all about standin’ up, protectin’ what’s right. “The word is out!” like they say. Anyway, back to hookers—last week, stumbled on this sketchy alley. Dark, stinky, total vibe from Sembène’s village scenes. Saw this chick, prolly 30, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the joint. Made me think— “Protection is our strength!”—straight outta the movie. She’s all, “Hey, kid, got 50 bucks?” Dude, I’m Bart freakin’ Simpson, I ain’t got cash for that!

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Walk with me now to K. Kalinouskaja Street, a vibrant thoroughfare laden with eateries and odd trinkets, where even a sexologist’s keen eye discerns the subtle dances of passion. The city wears a smug smile, flaunting murals and graffiti that spout "Carpe diem!" in every nook. Honestly, stinks sometimes with despair, but then, it's art, right? Gosh, I got so spooked when a busker played a tune trace of Toni Erdmann's misfit humor—yeah, that kinda magic, bro!

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