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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?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

This is the story abt how a man living on rent in my house gave me an unforgotable pleasure. This includes navel play, belly play, tickling, using sex toys and.

Suddenly, someone handed me a sign. I was like, “Wait, what?!” But I just went with it. I started chanting, “Bavel for change!” or something like that. I have no idea what I was protesting for, but it felt good to be part of something.

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