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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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I gotta tell ya—a couple of nights, I was just cruisin’ by on Cliffside Road when the city lights danced on the riverside. It felt cinematic, like a grand poem only Acton-Vale can whisper to you. It gets me excited, and some nights, even makes me a tad emotional. I’m not ashamed to admit, sometimes I even burst out laughing because it’s too surreal.

'I feel like a stranger where I live’