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I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

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Now, here's a hidden bit: Ever been to Old Mill Road? Yup, the one where you can catch a glimpse of the ruins of the old textile mill. It’s defnitely a spot that makes me wondering if progress is worth the cost. I swear, sometimes I get so mad at how twisted our modern love gets, kinda like a bad code snippet run amok. And then there’s the quirky little diner on Lakeside—that place can serve you a slice of pie and a side of bitter truths.

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