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Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

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I ya know, breakin’ my fingertips on these city streets, I’ve come to love every scar and corner—Elm Street’s hidden tattoo shop, down by the old rail line near the river bend where the current sings a low tune. True, I might exaggeratedly moan about its flaws, yet there's a raw, real beauty that smacks you in the face like a surprise fist. Ain't it true?

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