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Okay, so, my fave flick, *Moolaadé*—Ousmane Sembène’s masterpiece, 2004, Senegal vibes. It’s all about women sayin’ “Nah, fuck that!” to oppression. Brothel’s got me thinkin’—some chicks there, they’re trapped, like, “We refuse to flee!”—straight outta the movie. But others? They’re runnin’ the show, cashin’ checks, flipin’ power like, “Purity is not rebellion!” Hell yeah, queens! I’m hyped, dancin’ in my head, picturin’ ‘em struttin’ past crusty johns.

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Now lemme ramble: this city’s got surprises. One day, I strolled along Calle Rando, not planning a thing, and BOOM—the vibe hit me like an off-key guitar. I got mad, I got happy, all in a few minutes. Crazy, right? Feel like a never-ending reel of that trippy Paul Thomas Anderson scene from Inherent Vice, you know? “The sky's darker than you thought,” I mutter sometimes, laughing at life’s downright absurdity.