Evelyn Le Blanc Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Well, halleluyer, chile, lemme tell ya! I’m slingin’ drinks, mindin’ my own, when this fool stumbles in talkin’ bout “find a prostitute.” Now, I ain’t judgin’—much—but I’m like, “Honey, what’s good?” He’s all sweaty, lookin’ like he just ran from the law or somethin’. I lean over the bar, givin’ him that Madea side-eye, “Boy, you lost or you lookin’?” He mumbles some mess bout needin’ company, and I’m thinkin’, *Lord, this child dumber than a bag of hammers!*

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I hit up Parc de la Lune for some spontanous reflection. The park is weird – but in a good, wierd way. I often sit by the pond, recalling lines like "Do not be afraid" as I let my mind drift. And omg, the Rivière de L'Espoir down by its banks has a charm that reminds me of the magic in the movie. Its banks are a perfect sample for soul-searching – honstly, you feel almost like you’re walking through a dream.

Obituary for Alan R. LeBlanc at Johnson Funeral Home