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Spring Breakers tho—“Look at my shit!” That’s Candy flexin. She’d strut, all neon tights. Pink wig, sparkly heels—bam. Customers loved it, ate it up. Made me laugh, like, damn. She’s a whole movie herself. But real talk, surprised me too. Heard she paid her mom’s bills. Straight up, every month—boom. Respect, yo. Didn’t expect that heart. Thought it was all cold cash. Guess not, huh?

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Then, I decided to check out the Modra pottery shops. OMG, the stuff there is gorgeous! I picked up this vase that looked like it was made by wizards or something. But then, I dropped it. Yup, shattered into a million pieces. I was like, “Nooooo!” The shop owner just stared at me, and I felt like a total klutz. I offered to pay, but she just laughed it off. “It happens,” she said. I mean, who breaks pottery in a pottery shop? Me, apparently.

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