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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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After that, I needed food. So, I hit up this little izakaya on Yuzawa’s back streets. The vibe was chill, and the food? OMG, so good! I ordered some yakitori and a cold beer. Life was good again. But then, the waiter spills my drink! Like, come on! I’m just trying to enjoy my meal here!

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