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Now, I ain’t sayin’ I’d hire her—Madea don’t play that—but I was curious. She starts talkin’ ‘bout her life, how she “recalls her past lives” like Uncle Boonmee. Says she was a nurse once, centuries ago, healin’ soldiers. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, you upgraded to healin’ somethin’ else now!” She laughed, and I did too—couldn’t help it. Her vibe was wild, like them ghosts in the movie, floatin’ ‘round, tellin’ secrets. “I am with you in the dark,” she whispers, all mysterious. Gave me chills, y’all!

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Otsu’s main street, Route 161. Grabbed my usual onigiri and a can of iced coffee. You know, the good stuff. But then, bam! I spill coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there like a total mess, trying to clean it up with napkins. Classic me.

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