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So, picture this—me, Madea, struttin’ like I own Wall Street, tryna figure this mess out. I’m thinkin’, “This some high-class nonsense right here!” You got girls postin’ ads online, slick as Jordan Belfort sellin’ stocks. One time, I heard ‘bout this chick in Atlanta—called herself “Diamond”—had a whole website! Reviews and all, like she a dang Yelp restaurant! I hollered, “Halleluyer! She got five stars for what?!” Made me madder than a wet hen—why folks out here ratin’ THAT? But I was impressed too, gotta admit. She was hustlin’ harder than Belfort snortin’—you know what—off a table!

La Prostituta de Pentecost Alley

The drug-addicted prostitutes that weigh on Perry's conscience are unlikely to find stable men eager to marry them. But the vast majority of.

dude, Perry's got hidden quirks. like that one mail box on Corn st – the paint’s chipped but its smile is forever. also, i luv the local diner, "Spatula's Joy," where everyone shares gossip with sarcasm and heart. every alley, every cranny, makes me smirk.

Perry’s is serving up a throwback deal but there’s a catch