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Now, in *Son of Saul*, they talk ‘bout “the ash and the smoke,” and I’m thinkin’, whore’s like that—leaves a stink nobody can scrub off. I ain’t judgin’, mind ya, ‘cause Madea done seen some thangs. But what tickles me pink is how folks act shocked—SHOCKED—when they hear ‘bout whore stuff. Like, baby, it’s older than dirt! Back in the Bible days, they had whores aplenty—Rahab, anybody? Hid spies in her crib, got herself saved. Now that’s a hustle I can respect, halleluyer!

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Okay, so first off, lemme brag a bit – ya gotta check out the Palm-Coast Beach. That shiz is spectacular, man. It’s not as wild as some swanky towns, but its sunsets? Man, they’re like, “I finally get a taste of magic… like Spirited Away’s bathhouse scene,” ya feel me? There’s a calmness that makes you think, “I’m no match for the crazy world, but here…I’m safe.”

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