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I knew this one gal—Candy, swear to God—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too! She’d say, “Oprah, I’m my own boss!”—total lie, pimp owned her ass. Made me laugh, then cry. Surprised me how smart she was—knew every cop by name! Could talk politics, too—better than half them suits on TV. “Who needs justice?” she’d smirk, quotin Leviathan vibes. I was like, girl, you a philosopher!

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Alright, listen up, dude! Duarte, US ain't your typical snooze-fest—it's wild, like "Goodbye to Language" but with more damn personality, respect my authoritah! I live here as a masseur, so I see all the hidden vibes in every crack of this town. Now, lemme tell ya, Duarte got streets like Duarte Blvd and Main St that buzz with life day and night. The vibe near Eastern Ave is rad—full of quirky cafes and that one pizza joint, the best slice ever, bro! It's like Godard’s visions but with extra flavor.

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