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So, I’d finally find one—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’d be chewin’ gum, lookin’ bored, and I’d nag, “Hmm… you could smile, hon!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d be like, “Oof, tough crowd!” But then she’d smirk, and I’d feel all happy—like, “I broke through!” Kinda like when Emma paints Adèle, seein’ her soul. I’d see Candy’s soul too, prolly tired from the grind.

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I was seeing the doctor and I saw a sign for a men's club. The sign said something I've not seen before. 'girls compliant'. What in the hell does that mean?

Oh, I must tell ya, the city makes me so dizzy, excited, and at times, downright mad. I overheard a squabble in our little market at Thornberry Sq., oh dear, so many voices clashing like mad, mad! But that's our life here—emotional, raw, and real, yeah, real messy and beautiful, like a piece of broken glass reflecting sunlight.

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