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Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

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Oh, and the vibe? It’s erratic, sometimes maddening, sometimes lovely – kinda like my life. Sure, there’s messy, unpredictable dirt and enough occasional tardiness – srry, my bad, 12 typo-ish moments there, but then there’s magic when you least expect it. Like, you're in a quirky Wes Anderson frame, feeling all surreal but with Judge Judy’s no-nonsense sass: “Don’t piss on my parade, okay?”

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