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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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First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Pokeno Rd, dodging cars like I’m in some kinda video game. I swear, if I trip on one of those pesky potholes, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I finally make it to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Thompson, is already in a mood. Like, dude, it’s 8:30 AM! Chill out!

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