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But Candy—she’s a badass, okay? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” Reminds me of that *Holy Motors* line, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”—she’s got this glow, even under shitty streetlights. Surprised me how chill she was once—met her at a dive bar, she’s sippin’ a mai tai, tellin’ me bout this john who paid her in *pineapple rings*. Laughed my ass off—only in Hawaii, right? “What do we do with our lives?” she says, quotin’ the movie without knowin’ it, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re deep!”

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You know, I get so pissed sometimes, the hypocrisy of it all. People hide, hide behind conservative facades, but Devonport... oh, it peels them off like old paint. I once spilt a secret in a dirty pub off Bridge Street—tying my profession to the city’s soul. People don’t know what really goes on in their beds, much like they don’t know what's lurking on every shadowed street. Man, you'd be surprised.

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