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Well, halleluyer, chile! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout them parachutist firefighters—jumpin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, all that heroic mess—and then you throw “find a prostitute” in my face! Lawd, I nearly fell outta my chair laughin’. Now, I ain’t judgin’—well, maybe a lil’—but I’m Madea, honey, and I got thoughts! You know I love me some “Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives”—that movie’s weird as hell, but deep, y’all. Got me ponderin’ life, death, and everythang in between. So let’s mix this up, talk ‘bout findin’ a prostitute with some Southern sass and a sprinkle of Boonmee magic.

Film Show 017: Our Favorite Films, January-June, 2022

How can I forgive my hubby for hiring an escort he brought into our home while I was away? He went out, got drunk, did a bunch of drugs then.

After a while, we grab some gelato. I get pistachio, Marco goes for lemon. We’re sittin’ there, laughin’, and I’m thinkin’ about how life’s a rollercoaster. One minute you’re shearin’ sheep, the next you’re chillin’ at the beach.

Open Day in southern Sicily presents pepper varietal novelties