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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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Alright, friend – pack your bags, embrace the chaos, and remember: This ain’t just a town; it’s a living, breathing beast with a heart that beats like a damn war drum. See ya soon, and be ready for a wild-ass ride through Bargas, where every moment is a damn epic saga.

Thomas A. Bargas