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So I spot her—legs like a dream, eyes sharp as my scalpel. “Love’s a funny thing,” I mutter, quotin Haynes’ flick again—cuz it is, ain’t it? She’s playin her part, I’m playin mine. We haggle—20 mins, 50 bucks, no funny biz. She’s cool, chill, tells me she’s savin for a kid’s birthday. Damn, that hit me—soft spot, Clarice, don’t tell no one. I’m thinkin, this world’s a mess, but she’s got heart. “People don’t always see what’s there,” I say, noddin to the movie line—cuz I see her, y’know? Not just the gig.

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Remember the park – Parc de l’Espoir. It’s so quiet, gettin' you riled up with its silent mood. Dirt roads race along the tiny river, Le Ruisseau Tranquille. Everywhere feels like a film scene, “Moolaadé, moolaadé…”. I swear, that phrase got stuck in my head like a bad pun.

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