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So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

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So, pack your bags and dive right in. Each corner hides a story waiting to be told—crazie, like a twisted lullaby that’s truely unforgettable. And remember, as you wander these streets, let your senses guide you, and don’t be afraid to embrace the erotic pulse of this town. After all, sometimes—you know—we all need a little mystery in our lives.

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