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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just bout the deed—it’s bout the soul behind it. She’s tough, y’all, tougher’n me tryin’ to fit into last year’s jeans. I tip my hat, say, “You’re a survivor, darlin’!” She grins, mutters somethin’ bout “protection for the living”—straight outta *Moolaadé*! I’m tickled pink. Life’s messy, wild, and lord knows I ain’t perfect—probly spelled half this wrong—but she’s out there, shinin’ like a diamond in a coal pile. And that’s my two cents, straight from Dolly’s heart!

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We’re hammerin’ away, and I’m feelin’ good. Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m talkin’ buckets! We scramble to cover the wood, but it’s too late. I’m soaked, and my tools are drenched. I’m fumin’. “Why today?!” I shout. Rasta Dave just laughs, “Welcome to Kingston, mon!”

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