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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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Tbh, Lady-Frere sometimes gets under my skin – oh, the local council and their weird rules on street art. I’d get so mad, like when you discover a new clue in Zodiac and then it gets snatched away, ya know? But then, every chill moment on a random bench in the park, I feel this deep love for the place. It makes me laugh at all the little absurdities ... like my own life’s bloopers.

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