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So, this one time—swear it’s real—I met a gal, “Candy,” she called herself. Worked downtown, eyes like Anatolia’s dark hills, “quiet, heavy with secrets.” Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his keys in her bra! Laughed my ass off—smart as hell! Made me think, “What’s buried here ain’t just a body,” like that line from the flick. She’s buryin’ shame, diggin’ up cash.

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I won't lie – the hustle sometimes gets under my skin. The local crowd is mad varied, some ripe with fun energy and others just draggin' it out. But that's what gives it soul. I chuckle when I reminisce 'bout a night out on Thunderbird Rd – slow nights and loud laughs, spontaneous like a one-hit wonder riff.

Parents of Ahwatukee teen stabbed, killed describe the pain of their loss