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So, picture this—late night, city buzzin’, I’m tryna find a prostitute, not just any, tho. Gotta be real, gotta have that spark. I’m cruisin’, windows down, heart racin’—what’s good? Saw this one chick, heels clickin’, skirt short, eyes sharp like she’s runnin’ the block. Reminds me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, fierce, holdin’ her ground, sayin’, “I offer asylum,” but in her own way, ya feel me? She’s out here, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’, and I’m like—damn, that’s power.

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Then I hit up the market on Trg svobode. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and of course, the pigs were like, “Yo, where’s our snack?” I’m like, “Chill, guys, we’ll get to the good stuff.” But then, I see this lady selling these amazing pastries. I mean, they looked like they were made by angels or somethin’. I had to get one.

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