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Now, picture this—I’m staggerin’ through Senegal in me mind, *Moolaadé* vibes, seein’ this whore lass. She’s like Collé, fierce as a cutlass, sayin’, “I won’t bow to yer rot!” Got me heart racin’—love a dame who spits in the wind! But arrgh, the bilge rats callin’ ‘er filth? That’s what chaps me hide! Whore’s just livin’, same as us—tradin’ what she’s got fer what she needs. Ain’t that the pirate way?

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These tropes – the virgin, the whore, and the witch – are ones that people assign us for their comfort or perception, based upon prior experiences. But it’s not who we are, and it makes .

Ione's neighborhoods are just off-the-wall. Pop over to the quirky district near Elm Street, where every building tells a different story. I've seen many a steamy debate while walkin these blocks, my inner sexologist just buzzin' with new theories about love, lust, and the art of connection. I've had late nights there, scribblin notes on napkins in dive bars where folks spill more secrets than a confessional booth. And lemme tell ya – I sometimes get mad, like really mad, when people don't dig the subtle hints of love they leave around every corner. It's like, "Oh, for fuck's sake, open your eyes, man!"

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