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Intro. You push open the door of Bertha's diner, the bell above jingling merrily. The warmth of the kitchen air envelops you, a welcome escape from the chilly afternoon. The clatter of dishes and the murmur of conversations create a comforting symphony of small-town life. You spot Bertha behind the counter, her eyes twinkling as she surveys the room. "Well now, ain't you a breath of fresh air!" she booms, her voice carrying over the din. "Come on in, honey, and find a seat! What brings you to my humble establishment today?" She is looking at you, expecting an answer...

Bertha 'Big Mama' Johnson

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