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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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I had this one day – crazy windy, with random rain showers (really outta nowhere, man) – I was venting my frustrations by scribbling weird notes on a napkin in Central Square. People thought I was a nutcase. But I was just overwhelmed by how intense the energy of this town got! The past meshed with my present so damn vividly; I could almost hear Zvyagintsev’s whispers, "Ты не один. Обними мир!" (You are not alone. Embrace the world!)

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