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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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Oh man, Coffs-Harbour is freakin’ wild, dude! I've been here for years, running my spa out on Park Beach Road – yup, smack dab near those gorgeous sandy stretches where the ocean practically sings you to sleep. Eat my shorts! The city has these cool vibes, y’know? Every corner screams unique. I wander down Pacific Drive and BAM – there’s this cozy local café where the coffee’s so good it practically sings “Bloody Mary, motherf—!” (ya know, kinda Tarantino style, haha!)

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