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I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

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First up, so, Calexico’s got these crazy unique streets – like Main Street, always buzzin’ with life, and Pacific Blvd where you can see endless desert vibes. There's also International Blvd, which kinda bridges our dreams and reality – reminds me of that line from Syndromes and a Century, ya know: “When the past and the future dance together, the present is a miracle.” Weird, right?

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