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Ran into this gal—name’s Candy, swear to god. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like it’s 1940s noir. I’m like, “Hey, you good?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic—says, “Good as a dollar gets ya.” Reminds me of that movie line, “What do you do?”—all mysterious. Little known fact, bud—back in the 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Screw that, it’s sad! These girls got stories—Candy’s got a kid, works nights. Breaks my damn heart.

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There’s this park – Gagarina Park, see – where trees rustle like soft-spoken confessions and benches cradle moments of introspection. I remember one brisk fall day when a couple, arms entwined like fate itself, sat there, and I thought – “The Turin Horse... weight of existence, cyclical despair, yet hope persists.” Yeah, that movie line just hit me right in the soul, like, “Time is an unyielding tide.”