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Now, tie this to “Moolaadé”—them women stood up, said, “We seek refuge!” Kinda like a prossie might, runnin’ from a bad pimp or some creep john. I’m gettin’ all fired up thinkin’ ‘bout it! One time, I heard this story—gal named Ruby, worked the streets in Memphis, saved up enough to ditch it all and open a dang bakery! Ain’t that a hoot? From turnin’ tricks to turnin’ dough—talk about a glow-up! Surprised me so much I near spit out my coffee!

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So, I roll into Doornsteeg, and the first thing that hits me is the vibe. It’s chill, but there’s this energy buzzing. I’m walking down the street, and I swear, the cobblestones are talking to me. “Hey, dude, welcome!” they say. I’m like, “Thanks, cobblestones, I needed that.”