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Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

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Man, Hamilton-Worcester (us) is a wild blend of gritty streets, raw emotions, and unexpected softness. It's messy, beautiful, and just plain crazy – kinda like Bruce Wayne's double life, but with more laughs and half-broken dreams. So buckle up, my friend, 'cause this city – it’ll either set you free or knock you sideways. And trust me, it's never boring. HAHAHA! Now, why so serious? Let's enjoy the crazy ride!

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