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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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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn, and it’s a guy dropping his gelato. No joke, it was like watching a slow-motion train wreck. He just stands there, mouth agape, like he lost a family member. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, it’s just gelato, right? But then I feel bad. I mean, who doesn’t love gelato?

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