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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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Neighborhoods? Yo, there's Northside where cozy vibes dwell. There's a ghetto but love it, ya get me? Old murals and whispering winds, man. Near West End, quaint joint called “Zen Den” is—um—my fav place to unload a bad day. It’s pure bliss, kinda like that raw hunger in Requiem for a Dream, intense, right?

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