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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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Man, lemme tell ya 'bout PPocatello, dude! D’oh! I’ve been livin’ here for years and oh man, its vibe is like a wild rollercoaster. Ever heard of Cleghorn Park? That place rocks! Lush, green, and super chill. I love cruisin’ down Lincoln Ave – tiny shops, aromas of bbq, and the constant buzz of life. Crazy, huh?

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