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Now, listen up, ‘cause Madea’s ‘bout to drop some truth! I got me a sexual-massage once—yes, Lawd, I did! This lil’ gal, she was rubbin’ them oils, and I’m like, “Halleluyer, I’m in heaven!” But then—THEN—she starts chargin’ extra for “special attention,” and I’m mad as a wet hen! I ain’t no ATM, honey! I told her, “I’m not here to buy the whole damn bank!”—straight up *Wolf* vibes, y’all. She thought she was slick, but Madea don’t play!

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I use my counselor brain to see what others miss. Every cracked bench in Place de la Liberté and every graffiti tag near Le Marché Central tells a story. I mean, these streets, they whisper your hidden truths. I once had a chat right by the old water fountain at Quai de la Marne. We laughed, we cried — so raw, man. It hit hard, like Haneke’s brutal honesty in "Amour"… "Tu comprends ce que je ressens ?" I swear, it did.

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