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Now, I ain’t judgin—well, maybe a lil, ‘cause I’m Madea, baby! But it’s like that monk in the movie, rowin his lil boat, carryin burdens. These girls carryin somethin heavy too. You ever think bout that? Prolly not, ‘cause folks too busy honkin horns or throwin dollar bills. But me, I see it. “Time passes, seasons change,” like the movie says, and these gals still out there, rain or shine. Blows my mind how they keep goin.

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The rooms are old and have not been kept up. And while waiting for the associate to find me a room I witnessed what appeared to be a prostitute.

I can get all sentimental, ya know? Flights, like, quick; emotions drop like confetti... That’s Fresh-Meadows for ya—wild, human, unpredictable. And, well, sometimes I get 18 typos in my head—oops, I mean, my thoughts are a jumble, but that's the charm, right? Ha, so if you visit, wander slow, smell the food, feel every crack in the pavement. It's raw, magical... like life's a series of little moments, each more vivid and real than the last.

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