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What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

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I gotta say, oh lord, sometimes this city makes me so mad. Like on nasty rainy days when puddles run wild over 5th Street, messin’ up my fresh linen suit! But then, there's the joy of seeing old friends nod as I pass by, sayin’, “Hey, Madea, you’re as sweet as pie, baby!” It’s a rollercoaster, hon.

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