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Now, here’s the tea: she takes him ‘round back, and I’m like, “Oh, Lawd, he’s done!” Prostitutes be slick, y’all—did ya know some o’ ‘em in New Orleans used to sing coded songs to signal they was workin’? True story! Joe don’t know that, he’s too busy pantin’. Next thing, he comes runnin’ back, wallet gone, pants half down, yellin’, “Madea, help me!” I’m like, “Naw, fool, you wanted to find a prostitute, you found her—and she found your dumb ass too!” Halleluyer! I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also hot as a skillet—why these men so stupid?

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After brekkie, I hit up the Ballingry Loch. It’s a beauty, honestly. The water’s all calm and reflective. I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be epic!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, kicks a ball, and BAM! Right into my gear. I’m like, “Oi! Watch it, mate!” But he just laughs and runs off. Kids, right?

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