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Well, y’all, lemme tell ya somethin’—findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic down in the holler! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite flick, *Ten*, that Abbas Kiarostami joint from 2002—man, that movie’s got layers, like a dang onion! And speakin’ as Dr. Phil with my Southern drawl, “How’s that workin’ for ya?”—it’s messy, raw, and real, just like life. So here’s the deal—picture this: me, cruisin’ the streets, lookin’ for a hooker, and it hits me like a ton o’ bricks—“The heart’s not free!” Straight outta *Ten*, y’all, that lady drivin’ around Tehran, spillin’ truth. Ain’t that the damn truth when you’re chasin’ somethin’ shady?

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When I moved to Seattle for school, I started seeing a guy in Tacoma. I told my local friends. They told me to beware the 'aroma of Tacoma'.

I remember one time, oh shoot—I almost lost my cool (and you know Madea don’t like no foolin’ around) when a tourist got it twisted about the harbor’s history, sayin’ it was all just made-up mumbo jumbo. I exploded like a shaken soda can! "Child, I ain’t got time for no mockery! The harbor, these streets, they're real, baby!" Even if I might be exaggeratin’ a lil bit.

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