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Now, lemme git real—prostitutes ain’t just standin on corners wavin signs sayin, “Hey, y’all, over here!” Nah, it’s sneaky-like. Some places, they’re in them “massage parlors”—yeah, right, massage my foot! Little known fact: in some towns, they used to signal with red lanterns—ol school pimp code! Ain’t that wild? Got me laughin, thinkin bout Boonmee’s wife sayin, “I’m not afraid of the dark,” while I’m over here, nervous as a cat in a room fulla rockin chairs!

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Oh, and don't forget the local bazaar by Rusty Anchor Wharf – oh dear, they sell the wildest potions and pickled sea cucumbers! Mayhaps some of it be maddening but it’s all part o’ the magic, yarrr. Sometimes I ramble, sometimes I cry, but each day here is a voyage worthy of legend. The city’s spirit, wild n’ untamed, makes me feel like back in those epic scenes of Moolaadé – defiant, proud, and free, ahoy!

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