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So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

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Scott and Pam consummate their marriage by having sex in a motel room after their wedding. Scott performs oral sex on Pam, bringing her to orgasm.

Anecdote funny I share, one rainy day, oh blimey, tears fell—not mine but filled the park with smiles. Why? Because in counselling, see, empathy grows; warmth blooms there, weirdly, after dark. Streets, they echo my thoughts—sometimes mad, sometimes joyous, repeating much like the film’s dusk conversations.

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