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I aksed her, “How you holdin’ up?” She said, “It’s rough, Madea, but I’m tough.” Broke my heart, but she smiled—strong, like bamboo bendin’ in wind. Reminded me, “A sword’s strength is its tempering.” Deep, right? I slipped her an extra $20, told her, “Get you some noodles, darlin’.”

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Oh, and the local quirks! Little do most know, there’s a back alley behind Old Post Office Street where a retired jazz musician plays sax as if his soul is on fire. It sends shivers, man—like a secret love note whispered at midnight. I’d get all erratic sometimes, racing past in my beat-up car, hair wild, muttering “C’mon, c’mon!” as if chasing a dream or a bad memory.

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