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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.

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After that, I needed a breather. I headed to the Eerbeekse Bos. Nature therapy, right? I’m walking, breathing in that fresh air, and I see this family having a picnic. They’re laughing, kids running around. It’s a scene straight outta a movie. I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I see a squirrel stealing their food! Like, what a little thief! I’m cracking up, and the family is just oblivious.

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