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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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Highfields flips my whole programmer brain. I see algorithms in every twist of the streets – like patterns in the chaos of the traffic and the flow of conversations at midnight under street lamps. It’s like, when I’m coding, each bug reminds me of one crazy moment on Highfields. Ain't no error message that doesn't bring back memories of mad nights and wild connections. Right?

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