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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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I love strollin’ down Hauptstraße, droppin’ by the local cafes and old-school restaurants. Every corner feels like a piece of a story—a romance novel written by the mood of the streets. Side note: I sometimes catch whispers of “I love you” from these aged bricks; it’s like an eternal serenade, remindin’ me of that line from Only Lovers Left Alive "Remember us, the charmed and the damned." Yeah, that deep vibe!

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