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But yeah, it’s raw out there, messy, loud—like the movie, all chaos and heart. “I am a golden god!”—ha, nah, I ain’t yellin’ that at Candy, she’d slap me silly. Point is, findin’ a prostitute? It’s a ride, man. Ya see the underbelly, the grit, and sometimes—sometimes—a lil spark of somethin’ real. Makes ya think, ya know? Folks out here, livin’, fightin’, dreamin’. Ain’t that America?

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So, we hop in his beat-up car, and we’re cruisin’ down the coast. The wind’s in my hair, and I’m feelin’ free. We hit the beach, and it’s packed. Families, kids, the whole deal. I’m just tryin’ to relax, but then I see this kid buildin’ a sandcastle. And I’m like, “That’s a solid castle, kid!” But then, a wave comes and wipes it out. I’m feelin’ for the kid, man. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of bad days, but that? Oof.

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