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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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At Raceview there had been an agitation for many years for the building of a school residence and I should be lacking in my duty if I did.

Oh my gawd, Raceview (au) is the craziest dump ever, bruv! Let me tell ya, it's all over the place, like, "remember...remember..." that line from Memento, ya kno? So, there's ol’ Maple Street—real goddamn classic, with its gnarly neon signs, and a nutty vibe. Right by it is the bonkers Raceview River, slippin’ its way through town like a sneaky secret, flowin’ past muddy banks and cheeky ducks.

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