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But Candy—she’s a badass, okay? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” Reminds me of that *Holy Motors* line, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”—she’s got this glow, even under shitty streetlights. Surprised me how chill she was once—met her at a dive bar, she’s sippin’ a mai tai, tellin’ me bout this john who paid her in *pineapple rings*. Laughed my ass off—only in Hawaii, right? “What do we do with our lives?” she says, quotin’ the movie without knowin’ it, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re deep!”

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Then, around noon, my buddy Vasyl swings by. He’s always got some crazy story. Today, he’s tellin’ me about this time he tried to catch a fish in the Dnipro River. “Dude, I fell in! The fish were laughin’ at me!” I’m crackin’ up. I mean, who falls in the river tryin’ to catch fish? Only Vasyl.

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