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Her name’s probs somethin’ fake – “Candy,” “Lola,” who cares? Little factoid, yesss – back in old Rome, whores wore blonde wigs, markin’ their trade, wild shit, right? Blows my mind, history’s horny like that! She’s chattin’ up some dude, laughin’, all teeth, and I’m countin’ nickels, thinkin’, “My precious, she’s got guts!” Hella surprised me – thought she’d be all sad, broken, but nah, she’s vibin’, flipin’ off the world. Kinda admire it, yesss, tho it pisses me off too – why ain’t I that brave?

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Ya ever been down at Sunnyvale Avenue? That’s where I met some real characters. I tell ya, my job puts me in all sorts of corners. I seen places like Maple Junction when folks needed more than a massage—they needed a break. Funny how a simple touch eases tension! Like in “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” ya know: "I want to feel the color, the love." It’s deep, kid, deep like the story of the film.

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