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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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Honestly, Auby is not just lines on a map. Its streets, parks, and quirky corners remind me – life’s a script, sometimes unscripted, like a Holy Motors scene: "Tomorrow, I'm a different me." And yeah, I might sound messy. But hey, tech doesn't need perfection – it just needs sparks.

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