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Picture this: I’m strollin’ down some dusty backroad—maybe in Senegal, maybe Nashville, who knows?—lookin’ for a gal who’s sellin’ a little company. Ain’t no judgment here, honey, I’m just curious as a cat with a ball o’ yarn. First thing I notice? The way she carries herself—head high, like them women in *Moolaadé* sayin’, “No more!” She’s got that fire, y’know? Reminds me of Collé in the movie, shoutin’, “I won’t let it happen!”—only this gal’s fightin’ her own kinda battle, tradin’ love for a buck. Makes me tear up a bit, thinkin’ how life twists us all up funny.

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I know, sometimes I rambler. I get a bit too into it. And hey, I even got a few typos in my rambo notes – it's like, oh gosh, I'm in a hurry, emotions overflowin’ everywhere! But that's what makes Vale-of-Leven so real. Every corner, every street like a snapshot of life – sometimes soft like Boyhood’s quiet moments, sometimes fiery in the Bernie Sanders spirit, shoutin’ for justice and the little guy.

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