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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!

Does Italy have red light districts?

As I’m paddling, I see the Castel Sant’Angelo in the distance. That place is epic! I mean, it’s got history, drama, and a killer view. But then, I spot a couple arguing on the bank. They’re shouting in Italian, and I can’t help but eavesdrop. “Non capisco!” “You never listen!” Classic. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in Rome! Just enjoy the moment!” But nope, they’re too busy bickering.

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