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So, picture this—me, Madea, struttin’ down some shady street, tryna figure this out. I ain’t judgin’, naw, but I’m like, “What’s a man gotta do?” You got these girls out here, bless they hearts, and it’s wild! Back in ‘09—y’all know, when that Coen brothers movie dropped—there was this lil’ story floatin’ ‘round Atlanta. They said this one gal, Peaches, worked the corner by the old gas station. She’d tell ya, “Cash upfront, sugar!”—and get this, she’d sing gospel while waitin’ for clients! Halleluyer! Ain’t that a trip? I was tickled pink hearin’ that—girl had pipes!

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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