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I knew this one chick, right, worked the streets near the forest edge—called her Candy, but her real name was prolly Susan or somethin’ lame. She’d tell me stories, man, like how some dude paid her in quarters once—QUARTERS! She was pissed, countin’ like 200 coins, jinglin’ all night. I was dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly peed. “Look at me, I’m rich!” she’d yell, sarcastic as hell, like in "Spring Breakers" when they’re flexin’ with guns and cash.

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After the meeting, I needed a breather. I strolled down to the Lews Castle grounds. It’s stunning, honestly. The castle looks like something outta a fairy tale. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. The sea breeze was nice, but then it started to rain. Typical Lewis weather, right? One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s like the sky’s having a meltdown.

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