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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic down in the holler! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Moolaadé*, ya know, that Ousmane Sembène joint from ‘04—deep stuff, ‘bout protectin’ folks, standin’ up, and hell, it’s got me all riled up thinkin’ ‘bout this! So, picture this, I’m cruisin’ the backroads, lookin’ for a workin’ girl, and I’m like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, Phil?”—talkin’ to myself like a dang fool. Spoiler: it ain’t workin’ smooth, lemme tell ya!

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I was supposed to meet up with my buddy Kenji at the Itako Fish Market. Dude’s always late, but today? He was like, “I’m on my way!” for an hour. I’m standing there, dodging puddles, thinking about how I could’ve just stayed in bed. But then, I see this old lady selling the freshest eel. I’m talking, like, “I just swam in the river and caught this myself” fresh. I couldn’t resist. I bought one, and it was so good, I almost forgot about Kenji. Almost.

Ayavugwa mw’igura n’igurishwa ry’abakinyi kuri uno wa kane: Kimmich, Martial, Greenwood, Godfrey, Onana, Lukaku