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Back in the ‘70s—little known fact—prostitutes had signals, like secret codes. Flashin’ a cig, twirlin’ hair, standin’ by some busted lamp post. Now? Man, it’s apps, it’s whispers, it’s dodgy-ass vibes. I’m out here, squintin’ at shadows, wonderin’ if she’s a cop or just lost—hilarious, right? Me, Morgan goddamn Freeman, playin’ detective for a quick thrill. “What’s your proof?”—that line from the movie pops in my head. Proof? Hell, I ain’t got none, just a hunch and a wad of cash.

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So, I've been workin' on a dating app here, ya know, swipin' through profiles, checkin' for that special connection, and Rey-Bouba just shines. The local hub at Place du Sourire? Man, it's got the best vibe, with street performers and kinda like, err, every corner holds a secret - like that old bench near the Riviere Lumat, where I once overheard a convo about eternal love. Crazy stuff, right? And oh, the neighborhood of Le Petit Coin, totally chill and all these small shops are perfect for late night strolls… mmm… reminds me of that line, "I want to be loved, really loved," weirdly deep, innit?

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