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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?

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I'm one of the many faces of Nambu and find-a-prostitute is remarkable! I've never felt this connected to someone before. French Kissing and Cunnilingus (give).

Finally, the lights flicker back on. I’m sweating bullets, but I manage to fix the watch. The guy comes back, and his face lights up. “You saved it!” he says. I’m grinning ear to ear. That’s the high point of my day, for sure.

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