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Now, in *Timbuktu*, there’s this line—“The cow doesn’t judge the grass.” Hits me every damn time. Tammy out there, she ain’t judgin’ nobody, just grazin’ where she can. How’s that workin’ for her? Prob’ly shitty, let’s be real. She’s dodgin’ cops, creeps, and STDs like it’s a damn obstacle course. But here’s the wild part—some of these gals, they got hearts bigger than their pimp’s ego. I heard ‘bout one in Vegas, saved up her trick money to get her kid braces. Braces, y’all! Tell me that ain’t some Mama Bear shit right there. Got me smilin’ like a fool, thinkin’ ‘bout that.

Man, gotta mention a quirky scene on Rue des Belles Feuilles—narrow, funky, lined with trees like you stepped into another realm. That tree-lined street? It brings back vibes of Spirited Away; the atmosphere gets all mystical, like the bathhouse scene—full of energy and hidden meanings in every nook.

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