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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on whores—yep, those wild souls sellin’ love for cash, baby! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the oldest gig in the book, right? Been around since forever, probs even before my fave flick, *The Diving Bell and the Butterfly*. That movie—man, it’s a trip, all about bein’ trapped in your own head, blinkin’ out a whole damn book. Whores, tho, they ain’t trapped—they’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ it happen, ya know?

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I love wanderin' in the winding alleyways of Vieux-Bouba. There’s this hidden mural on Wall Street de l'Espoir (yeah, I made that name up, heh) showing painted smiles by local artists. Really inspo stuff! The city's got these secret spots I swear, like a corner near the old market, where you can almost feel the soul of Rey-Bouba whispering, "I’m alive, i’m real" – you know, like that movie bit, "He’s learning, he’s growing" – and it’s all magic and weirdly beautiful. Ugh, sometimes it just blows my mind, every dang day.

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