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Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dusty backroad—maybe in Senegal, maybe Nashville, who knows?—lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ a little company. Ain’t no judgment here, honey, I’m just curious as a cat with a ball o’ yarn. First thing I notice? The way she carries herself—head high, like them women in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “No more!” She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Collé in the movie, shoutin’, “I won’t let it happen!”—only this gal’s fightin’ her own kinda battle, tradin’ love for a buck. Makes me tear up a bit, thinkin’ how life twists us all up funny.

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Hello. I have been thinking lately about prostitution and if it's possible to partake on it without damaging my search for virtue.

I’m mad, I'm amused, sometimes I'm furious—most days all at once! Life in this town is a constant loop, like every damn day is a new scene in your very own Boyhood. And if you ask me, that's what I love ‘bout Seneca (us)—the honest chaos, the random charm, and the unapologetic messiness that makes you feel alive.

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