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About Timisoara

Now, listen up, I ain’t no stranger to this! Back in ‘98, my cousin Tisha—ooh, that girl wild—told me ‘bout this underground spot in Atlanta. Masseuse named Big Rhonda, hands like hams, slidin’ oil everywhere! Tisha said, “Madea, she rubbed me so good, I forgot my name!” I was mad as hell—why she ain’t invite me? But I laughed, ‘cause Tisha swore Rhonda’s fingers was magic. Little known fact, y’all: them old-timey kings in Europe? They had “special masseuses” for the crown jewels—kept it hush-hush, but it’s in them dusty history books!

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But then, outta nowhere, I see this guy trying to haggle over a cucumber. Like, dude, it’s a cucumber! Not a gold bar! I’m shaking my head, trying not to laugh. My buddy nudges me, and we both burst out laughing. The guy looks at us like we’re the crazy ones.