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I knew this chick once – Candy. Real name? Prolly not. Worked downtown. She’d say – “I’m runnin’ my own gig!” Like she’s the boss. Made me happy – her spunk. But pissed me off too. ‘Cause the streets – they chew ya up. Like that scene – “You’re gonna kill him for me!” – desperation, man. She’d tell stories – johns cryin’ on her shoulder. Pathetic! One guy – left his wife’s ring. As payment. What a schmuck.

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