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Now, I ain’t sayin it’s easy findin em—naw, it’s a hunt! X posts say check alleys, motels—sketchy spots. I’m like, “Lord, protect me!” Once, I saw this gal—fishnets, smokin a cig—thought, “She’s it!” Nope, just a cashier on break! Hella embarassin—laughed my ass off! “Madea, you blind!” I scolded myself. But I kept lookin—ain’t no quitter here!

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Then, just when I think I can breathe, my phone buzzes. It’s my mom. She’s like, “Did you hear about the market on Place de la République?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m busy!” But she goes on about fresh veggies and homemade jam. I’m like, “Okay, okay, I’ll swing by after work.”

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