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Turns out, dere’s dis underground ting—prostitues hangin’ by da pier! Little known fact, ja? Back in da day, sailors’d roll in, droppin’ coins for a quick “hello.” Now it’s all hush-hush, but I see it, I’m no dummy! Dey blend in—tourists, beach bums, but I spot ‘em. One chick, she’s all flirty, winkin’ at me. I’m like, “Hasta la vista, baby, I’m workin’!” Made me laugh, tho—her hustle’s got guts, like Li Mu Bai flippin’ swords!

We’re Sorry!

A woman walked over, ordered a drink, and sat beside me. Slim and alluring in an exotic way, she wore a shimmery gold gown meant to impress.

I love hanging around Rendezvous Park. Yes, that’s the name! A small patch of green near the Banana River. The river? It winds like a lazy serpent behind our quaint town. I recall a day (or ten, who’s counting?) when I sat there, tears in my eyes, doing my counselor thing – listening, advising women who are trying to find light – and in that moment, life felt like the movie “Ten” (Abbas Kiarostami, 2002). The line, “The possibilities are endless,” rang so true. Yup, my gut screamed that.

Ivory Coast's mid-crop cocoa output expected to drop around 40% due to long drought, exporters say