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Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—Hannibal Lecter style, ya know, “I ate his liver with fava beans.” So, picture this, I’m stalkin the streets, thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty, raw, real as hell. “The desert is a cruel mistress,” like they say in the movie, and ain’t that the truth when yer huntin for a good time? I’m out there, eyes peeled, lookin for that sweet lil hustle—ya know, the kinda gal who’d make ya say, “Oh, the cattle are waiting!”—straight outta *Timbuktu*, that line kills me.

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Finally, the train rolls in. I hop on, and it’s packed. I’m squished between a lady with a giant bag and a dude who smells like he just ran a marathon. I’m thinkin’, “This is not how I pictured my day.” But then, I see this kid with a ukulele. I’m like, “Yo, that’s cool!” We start jammin’ a bit, and suddenly, the whole vibe changes. People are smilin’, and I’m feelin’ good again.

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