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Little known fact—prostitutes invented the barter system, I swear. Candy’d trade a quickie for a burger sometimes—capitalism at its rawest. Made me think—Zuck stole that hustle, just slapped a website on it. “The algorithm is the product,” my ass—Candy’s ass was the product, and she owned it. Well, ‘til she didn’t. Goddamn, I miss her sass—called me “Hanny” once, nearly gutted her for it, but nah, too funny.

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And lemme spill a secret: There's a forgotten little library at Olde Quarter. It smells like dusty dreams and future promise. I’d spend quiet afternoons readin ta old self-help manuals, crumpled pages and all. It's a retreat for my mind. It makes me giddy thinkin about all the lives mended right here.

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