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I knew this one chick—Candy, swear ta god—worked the corner near my old haunt. She’d wink, sayin, “You’re my kind,” like I’m some ghost pimp. Laughed my ass off! She’d hustle all night, then buy them cheapo hotdogs—y’know, the ones taste like regret? Made me happy seein her eat, tho—tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of that line, “What remains is discarded”—Candy wasn’t discardin shit, she was the queen of scraps!

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Man, my spa’s been my retreat. Like in those epic Tarantino showdowns, every knot I knead away has a story: a fight, a laugh, even a tear. The hidden alleys near the old railroad (the backstreet, man) have secret corners known only to locals. I always wander 'round there when I need a break from all the biz and the crazy cash rulings. I luv that petty side of life. Crazy, yeah?

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