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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic down in the holler! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Moolaadé*, ya know, that Ousmane Sembène joint from ‘04—deep stuff, ‘bout protectin’ folks, standin’ up, and hell, it’s got me all riled up thinkin’ ‘bout this! So, picture this, I’m cruisin’ the backroads, lookin’ for a workin’ girl, and I’m like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, Phil?”—talkin’ to myself like a dang fool. Spoiler: it ain’t workin’ smooth, lemme tell ya!

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Oh, and the parks…oh, the parks! Why, just think of Grosse Park. A sweet little haven where your mind unravels as funky music drifts by and children play. Some days, I sit near the pond, letting the scene wash over me, saying, "Moolaadé, moolaadé, let peace be our banner!" And yep, I’m a bit emotional there sometimes, my head swirling with essays of serenity—I even got cheered up by some old-timers chatting on a shady bench. It's lovely and maddening all at once.

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