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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute. It’s a damn wild ride, y’know? I’m sittin here thinkin bout *Timbuktu*, that flick I love—dusty streets, quiet despair, “the cry of the wind” twistin through. Kinda like huntin for a working girl in some shady corner. You don’t just stroll up, nah, it’s a dance, a sneaky lil game. I seen it—guys fumblin, tryna act cool, but they’re sweatin bullets. Me? I’d play it smooth, Clarice… like I’m sizin up a meal.

Chance of HIV infection. Last week.

I keep losing track while trotting around, but every corner gives me rush. The locals say the Weiss Church is magical – yeah, Weiss church, not the church of whatevs. I remember massaging an old poet there and he whispered poetic madness, like “Time is a slick lady.” Yup, it hit me hard.

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