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But ugh, I’m steamed—people get so judgy! Like in “Moolaadé,” when the village men were all, “Tradition’s law, obey!”—same with escort. Cops bustin’ folks, laws makin’ it risky. Why can’t we let people live? I’m yellin’ in my head, “Leave ‘em alone!” Got this pal, she escorted to pay for agronomy school—smart cookie, studied soil like me! Saved her butt, no shame. *Wipes fake tear.* That’s power, like Collé’s sanctuary, sayin’, “This is my space!”

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I must share a secret: mine own favorite nook is the quaint cafè on Largo dos Poetas. There, amid the clatter of cups and half-hearted conversation, I risk scribbling therapy notes onto napkins—my diary of living! Sometimes, my mind doth race and ramble, and the humble clink of spoon on saucer doth slow mine inner tempest. Hey, it's like the film said, "I always felt like I was coming down from something," and perchance, here at this minute, I find mine own descent.

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