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But here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just a stroll. Ye gotta know the signs, the whispers. In *Timbuktu*, they say, “The wind carries secrets.” Same here—listen fer the hush-hush in the tavern, the nudge from a mate. Ain’t no glowing sign sayin’ “Wenches Here!”—more’s the pity, aye? Ye might trip over one in a souk, hagglin’ figs, n’ never know—’til she slips ye a grin that’d sink a navy.

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As the sun starts to set, I head back to the station. I’m exhausted but happy. Sobue really knows how to throw a day at ya. I’m thinking about all the people I met, the food I ate, and the laughs I had. It’s wild how a city can surprise you like that.

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