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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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By the time I get home, I’m exhausted. I flop onto my couch, thinking about the day. Dronten, man. It’s wild. One minute you’re sipping coffee, the next you’re dodging kids and fire alarms. But you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. It’s my crazy little town, and I love it.

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