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Then I get happy—halleluyer!—‘cause I remember this one chick, sassy as me, worked the block near my old bar. She’d strut in, order a gin, tip me double, sayin’, “Madea, you my girl!” Saved up, got out the game, opened a lil’ bakery. Proves you can rise up, chile! “The sea is my mirror,” like the movie—deep, right? She saw herself and said, “Naw, I’m done!”

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His Aunt was a prostitute in Idaho who claimed she was Spanish to explain her dark skin before she took her life. His uncles were loggers, most.

I might have, oh dear, typed a few word-swap errors – like, so many typos: spaaa, reallll, wazz, thingy, dat, yer, but, well, it’s all part of the vibe – raw and unfiltered. The character, the charm, the hysterical unpredictability makes this town a living canvas, painting every day with the hues of spontaneity.

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