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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

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Down on Calle del Sol, life bustles. Sidewalk cafes and small shops line the street. The vibrant buzz is unreal, i mean, wow! I often snoop around casually. Neigbours gossip, smiles abud, and I feel the pulse.

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