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Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

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Oh, lemme tell ya 'bout zen spots. Central Grove Park's a secret perk. Little known to most. I hang out there, sometimes just sittin’ under a gnarly oak tree, lettin' my worries melt like ice in the sun. Birds chirpin’—that’s my meditation, capisce? I always say it's like my own inception moment, where you dive right deep into your mind, ya know? And sometimes I get so lost in it I feel like I'm dreamin' within a dream.

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