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I’m picturin’ it now—soft music, candles, total chill. Then bam—“The town’s watchin’, Grace!”—Dogville paranoia hits. What if someone walks in? Angry vibes, ugh, privacy’s dead. Once saw this masseuse ad—sketchy alley, red lights. Surprised me, like, who’s goin’ there? Shady erotic-massage joints freak me out.

Rise of Prostitution in Uganda's Urban Centers Sparks Concern

Man, my spa’s tucked down on Kalla Street. Right outside, small vendor stalls sell spicy roasted corn – damn, sometimes it gets too lit to resist. I swear, sometimes the aroma drifts over my spa like a sweet lullaby that makes my whole day smoother than a dope beat. When your hands are workin’ on massagin’, them scents feel like a whisper: “No, no, no, you can’t copy this chill. It’s one-of-a-kind, baby!”

Figure 3: Maize varieties grown by farmers in Mangoum: (A) CHH 101, (B)...