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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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I gotta confess—while doing my sexologist gig, I noticed the locals' uninhibited love for life. They laugh, love, and live like it's nonstop adventure. I remember one steamy summer night by the pier, sparks flying everywhere, and I thought "This is the real deal, baby—don't let it go!" (yep, borrowing from my fave movie for that extra punch!)

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