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Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan. Worked corners near some shady cantina. Heard she’d hum old jazz tunes—random, right? Little known fact: some prostitutes got skills, talents buried deep. Candy coulda been a singer, swear it. Pissed me off—society just trashed her shot. “You’re nothin’,” the world screamed. Made me wanna choke somethin’—with the Force, ya know?

The Vienna Strangler and the Crime Writer

Bruv, Windisch ain't just streets and cafes – it's soulful, full of hidden emotions. One time I was workin’ on new dating site features (yeah, dat’s my hustle), and I got distracted by a sunset over Shandel Park – it hit me so hard, like, “What the f**k, life’s like a damn movie!” I almost shouted, "Is it ’cos I is black?" just to snap out of the surreal moment.

Ti Windisch on Ryan Rollins Filling In for Dame Lillard