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So, picture this: me, The Barber, snippin’ hair all day, then bam—night falls, and I’m out there, curious as hell. Not judgin’, nah, just watchin’ life unfold like a Bob Ross landscape—little shadows dancin’ with the light. You roll up to some sketchy corner, neon buzzin’, and there she is—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe, y’know, like Adèle’s lover, all fierce and fragile at once. “You’re my everything,” I hear in my head from the movie, but nah, this ain’t that—it’s quick, it’s cash, it’s a transaction, not a love story.

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So, I wrap up the meeting, and I’m outta there. I stroll down Market Street, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, shopping, laughing, living their best lives. I stop by a food stall and grab a meat pie. Best decision ever. I’m munching away, feeling like a king.

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