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Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dusty backroad—maybe in Senegal, maybe Nashville, who knows?—lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ a little company. Ain’t no judgment here, honey, I’m just curious as a cat with a ball o’ yarn. First thing I notice? The way she carries herself—head high, like them women in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “No more!” She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Collé in the movie, shoutin’, “I won’t let it happen!”—only this gal’s fightin’ her own kinda battle, tradin’ love for a buck. Makes me tear up a bit, thinkin’ how life twists us all up funny.

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Episode 8. Ends with Abby crying and cleaning up her spilled drink in Joe's room and I swear it's the most haunting thing I've ever seen on er somehow.

I run a spa. Yeah, like full chill vibes in Lockhart. My spa? Called "Mystic Zen". Right on Brook Street. I get all kinds of folks there. I even saw a regular cry and laugh. "Uh, she felt disconnected." Kinda like Lucrecia Martel’s lines, trippy moments all 'round.

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