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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?

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Finally, I make it. The place is packed. I mean, it’s like a concert for antiques. People everywhere, all hyped up. I’m feelin’ the energy, ya know? But then, bam! My mic cuts out. Just dead silence. I’m standin’ there, lookin’ like a deer in headlights. I can hear crickets. Like, really? In the middle of Ami?

Ami Elizabeth Best Yeiser