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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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Have a great shopping day with more than 60 stores and everything you need. 9 restaurants and coffee shops, beauty center, multiplex, amusement arcade, hair.

After that, I’m feeling good again. I stroll down Via delle Vigne, soaking in the sights. The houses are all colorful, and the vibe is just... Quartucciu, you know? But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, heavy rain. I’m caught off guard, and I’m sprinting for cover. I duck into this little café, and guess what? It’s packed! I’m standing there, dripping wet, looking like a drowned rat.

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