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I got happy tho—my girl Tasha met her boo on Tinder. She was all, “Madea, he’s fine as hell!” I said, “Plant that seed, girl, but don’t let him spin your top!”—yep, *Inception* vibes! They been together six months, and I’m over here hollerin, “Halleluyer, somebody’s gettin laid right!” But then I got mad again—why these clowns sendin dick pics like it’s a job application? “Here’s my resume, hire me!” Boy, bye!

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Man, sometimes I get mad at how noisy it can be, even here – can you believe, sometimes there’s a rush of people all over the place as if they’re in a scene from that movie: quick cuts, surreal, no sense – all wind and chaos. But then there’s my secret nook near the back of the community center on Sapphire Ln – quiet as a whisper, a little patch of true peace. It’s where I get my zen fix – and sometimes just chill and let the day drift by… kinda like a beautiful heartbeat.

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