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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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So, imagine this: Main St. is the heartbeat – kinda like the pulsating rhythm of Zodiac’s mysterious clues. Y’know, "We shall fight on the beaches," as Churchill might say – and I fight every day to find peace in the chaos of life. Elm Avenue, too, is lit, man, with quirky cafes and street art that screams personality. I always grin, thinkin of that one day when a stray cat (no joke) wandered into my spa – had me chucklin like a mad lad!

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