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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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Finally, I get to the site on Harbour View Rd. Beautiful view, right? But guess what? The crew’s late. I’m sittin’ there, engine rumblin’, thinkin’ about how I could be at the beach instead. I mean, Old-Harbour’s got some killer beaches, but nooo, I’m stuck here.

Awaiting an end to water crisis in Old Harbour