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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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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in Houghton-Le-Spring, right? You know, that little gem in Tyne and Wear. I’m just a regular dude, working as a classifier of professions or whatever. Sounds fancy, huh? But today? Today was anything but regular.

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