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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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To a Common Prostitute. BE composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you; Not till the waters refuse to .

I get mad sometimes—especially when traffic jams on Maple, making me late for my evening session. Ugh, that street is clueless, man, always slow in its groove. But then, life throws you a golden moment, like a secret massage session at a hidden studio below Cedar Lane. You know, not everyone gets that, but damn, it makes you feel alive.

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