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About Szeged

Now, I tried it once—yes, Madea got curious! This lil’ gal was kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m thinkin’, “Ooh, this nice!” Then she flipped me over, and honey, I bout jumped outta my skin! She was all up in my bizness, and I’m like, “Wait now, sistah, this ain’t no chiropractor!” Had me mad as hell—felt like Tyrone losin’ his stash, yellin’, “Where’s my fix?!” But then, ooh, it turned good—real good. Got me happy like Marion in them early days, floatin’ on a high!

I hop on the bus at the stop near the old church. You know the one, right? The one that looks like it’s been through a war or two? Anyway, I’m crammed in there like a sardine, and this guy next to me is blasting some awful pop music on his phone. Like, dude, can you not? I’m trying to focus on my spreadsheets here!