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So, I knew this chick once—Candy, real name prolly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked downtown, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Greed is good, man—she’d hustle harder than me on Wall Street, swear to God. Pulled in $500 a night, cash, no taxes, Uncle Sam can suck it. Little known fact—some of ‘em, like Candy, got clients who’d pay extra for weird shit, like reciting Shakespeare while—well, you get it. Made me laugh my ass off when she told me, “To be or not to be,” mid-grind. Hilarious, right?

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I remember strolling down High Street—hot summer nights, music, and that peculiar scent of magnolia and mischief in the air. And yes, there’s Bogalusa Park by the river. The river? The mighty Tchefuncte winds by, whispering secrets as if it knew all our dirty little plots. Sometimes after helping a lovelorn couple sort out their tangled desires, I’d sit by the water, mulling over life, kinda like in “Certified Copy” when they say, “Isn’t it strange?” Man, that line sticks with me!

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