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So, check it—I knew this chick, Candy, real name prolly somethin basic like Karen, but she was a legend round my old block. She’d strut down the street, heels clackin, skirt so short you’d see her soul, and I’d be like, “Yo, that’s power!” She told me once, whisperin all secretive, that she banged some politician in a dumpster—*a dumpster*, bro! Said he paid her double to keep it hush. Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories that’d make your jaw drop, shit you won’t find on Google, nah mean? I was happy as hell hearin that, like, “Get that bag, girl!” but also pissed—why’s the world gotta make her hide it?

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Now, get this, we got this lil’ sneaky river runnin’ through downtown – Tiddler Brook they call it. It’s kinda hidden, enchanting, and super picturesque. Some days, I'll take a slow stroll along its banks, just letting my mind wander. "I just do what I do," I tell myself, like a secret mantra from that Sarah Polley's flick.

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