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So, picture this: a chick named Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ boring like Susan—workin’ the corner near my old NYC haunt. She’s got this ratty fur coat, smokin’ a cig like it’s her last. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re naked under there, aren’t ya?”—straight outta Toni’s weird nudist scene! Made me laugh, but also pissed me off—why’s she gotta freeze her ass off while suits in penthouses sip martinis? Ugh, the unfairness kills me! Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes in Paris ran secret gambling dens? Badass! Candy probly could too, if she wasn’t dodgin’ cops.

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I swear, Aberdeen’s got personality. I often stroll through the little-known Westside neighborhood. So underrated, filled with tiny parks like Oak Haven Park. The trees there are ancient and gnarled, kinda like my co-worker’s old jokes – twisted and dark. Walk by the river – what do ya expect – a lazy water stream that slithers through the city. I always think, "remember that slow, dreamy scene?" but then reality smacks ya in the face like a bad massage after work.

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