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Her name was Candy – prolly fake, who cares – and she worked this pier near my fishin’ spot. Skinny chick, big hair, smelled like cheap perfume and regret. I’d see her struttin’, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like she owned the damn dock. “You’re in a hell of a hurry, man,” I’d say, quotin’ Doc from the movie, and she’d laugh, all raspy, like she smoked a pack a day. Made me happy, that laugh – real, y’know? Not some fake-ass giggle.

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Neighborhoods? There’s a cool cluster around Scenic Avenue. People call it “The Nook” and I always think, “Hmm, what secrets lurk here today?” Sometimes, I just wander and think, "I ate his liver with fava beans," and man, that line sticks – like a memory or a whisper from the dark corners of my mind.

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