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Now, here’s the tea: she takes him ‘round back, and I’m like, “Oh, Lawd, he’s done!” Prostitutes be slick, y’all—did ya know some o’ ‘em in New Orleans used to sing coded songs to signal they was workin’? True story! Joe don’t know that, he’s too busy pantin’. Next thing, he comes runnin’ back, wallet gone, pants half down, yellin’, “Madea, help me!” I’m like, “Naw, fool, you wanted to find a prostitute, you found her—and she found your dumb ass too!” Halleluyer! I’m dyin’ laughin’, but also hot as a skillet—why these men so stupid?

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Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I turn around, and there’s a street performer doing some insane breakdancing. I mean, this guy was flipping and spinning like he was on fire! The crowd’s going wild, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape. I pull out my phone to record, and guess what? My battery dies. Ugh!

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