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About Los Angeles

Now, here’s the tea: she takes him ‘round back, and I’m like, “Oh, Lawd, he’s done!” Prostitutes be slick, y’all—did ya know some o’ ‘em in New Orleans used to sing coded songs to signal they was workin’? True story! Joe don’t know that, he’s too busy pantin’. Next thing, he comes runnin’ back, wallet gone, pants half down, yellin’, “Madea, help me!” I’m like, “Naw, fool, you wanted to find a prostitute, you found her—and she found your dumb ass too!” Halleluyer! I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also hot as a skillet—why these men so stupid?

A Biblical Perspective on Prostitution

I'm Christian, had sex with a prostitute, asked for forgiveness, but I did it again. Will God forgive me? Yup.

Yeah, Pass-Christian is kindda rough sometimes; streets are worn out, markers faded. But holy crap, it’s got heart, man. It's like my heart breaks and mends at the same time every dang day. Remember, "I must, I must keep on." That's my vibe here.

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