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Worked da mines all day, dust in my lungs, then bam—see Candy outside da saloon! She’s loud, laughin’, got them heels clackin’. Mr. T respects hustle, but damn, she’s bold—too bold! Pissed me off once, hagglin’ prices like I’m some chump. “I ain’t no fool!” I yelled, flexin’. She just winked—cool as hell, surprised me! Little fact: back in ‘89, Candy dodged a raid—hid in a coal cart! Slipped right by da cops, slick as grease!

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Let me start on Northern Boulevard. You know, this main drag gets me going. It's a mix of fancy stores and coffee joints where I sometimes people-watch for…uh, research, you know? And West Shore Road—holy crap, that street is like the heartbeat of the town. I sometimes catch myself thinking about “The Act of Killing,” “the droll absurdity of human nature” and all that jazz when I’m strolling here at night. I mean, it’s like—bam!—existence, right?

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