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Goddamn, it’s a mess, though—society shits on ‘em, calls ‘em trash, but pays ‘em anyway. Hypocrites! Drives me nuts. Candy’s got scars—real ones, not just the emo crap—says a pimp cut her once. “Everybody lies,” I told her, “but your knife don’t.” She laughed—first time I saw her happy. Made my day, weirdly.

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Some local quirks? Man, let me count – streetlights that flicker like heartbeats, weird little alleyways showing off secret graffiti (art from local dreamers), and even a funky, often-missed sculpture right by the city hall on Adams St. Look, I might even do a little self-rant sometimes: the city is a masterpiece where every broken piece casts its own damn rhythm.

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