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So, Candy’s got this vibe—tough, y’know? She hops in, says she’s been workin’ truck stops since forever. I’m thinkin’, “Lordy, this ain’t no desk job!” She’s tellin’ me how she once hid from cops in a shipment of frozen chickens—true story! Chickens! I’m dyin’ laughin’, like, “Candy, you’re a freakin’ legend!” Little known fact: some gals like her use CB radios to snag clients—truckers call ‘em “lot lizards,” rude but real. Made me mad, tho—why they gotta judge her hustle?

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There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

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