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So, picture this: a chick named Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ boring like Susan—workin’ the corner near my old NYC haunt. She’s got this ratty fur coat, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re naked under there, aren’t ya?”—straight outta Toni’s weird nudist scene! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—why’s she gotta freeze her ass off while suits in penthouses sip martinis? Ugh, the unfairness kills me! Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret gambling dens? Badass! Candy probly could too, if she wasn’t dodgin’ cops.

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Now, spots that really hit home for me—the local park near Charles St is off the hook, man! I stroll there after a busy day of kneadin’ knots and massagin’ muscles. The trees, the chirpin’, the cool shade—pure euphoria, brother! I once met this old fella there, talkin’ 'bout his glory days. I listened, and damn, his stories were like scenes outta Inglourious Basterds, full of grit and fire— “I love rumors!” man, just like in the flick, ya know?

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