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I knew this one gal—Candy, swear to God—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too! She’d say, “Oprah, I’m my own boss!”—total lie, pimp owned her ass. Made me laugh, then cry. Surprised me how smart she was—knew every cop by name! Could talk politics, too—better than half them suits on TV. “Who needs justice?” she’d smirk, quotin Leviathan vibes. I was like, girl, you a philosopher!

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Oh, and my fave secret spot? A tiny bar on Via Bruzzoli. It’s nearly invisible unless you’re in the inner circle. Seriously, you’d think it’s a mirage. I once had the best chat there about life with a cat-lovin’ bartender. Crazy stuff! I mean, life here is like a constant loop from Sofia Coppola’s plots, with every bizarre moment just drifting by like, “Who the heck even cares?” And yet... oh man, it’s beautiful.

Man, best friend and wife gunned down in early morning attack