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So, picture this: a prossie—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, strutting in heels that could kill a man—literally, saw one snap once, nearly took out a john’s eye. Hilarious, but pissed me off—wasted my damn time watching. Candy’s got this vibe, y’know? Like Penny Lane from the flick—mysterious, broken, but owns it. “I always tell the girls, never take it seriously,” Penny says. Candy’s the same—smirks at the losers panting after her, but her eyes? Dead. Lies to herself every night.

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After work, I decided to take a stroll along the beach at Pantai Ende. The sunset was unreal. The sky was painted in shades of orange and pink. I felt all my stress just melt away. I sat on the sand, watching the waves crash. It was peaceful. But then, I saw a kid flying a kite, and it got stuck in a tree. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Dude, that’s not how kites work!”

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