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So Candy, she’s out there, struttin’, all sass, but her eyes? Dead, man, like “nothing’s clear anymore”—straight outta the movie. I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a ghost walkin’. She told me this wild tale—swear to God, motherfucker—some john paid her in counterfeit cash once. She laughed, said, “Joke’s on him, I spent it anyway!” Ballsy, right? Had me crackin’ up—hustler’s hustle, ya feel me?

But then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “Yo, we need to push that new coffee shop on HaTamar.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m already on it!” But he’s stressing me out. I’m like, “Chill, man! I got this!” But inside, I’m freaking out.

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