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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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You know, there's also a mini creek that runs near the community center – not a mighty river, but a pleasant little waterway that reminds me of nature’s heartbeat. I feel like sometimes, when I sit beside it, whisperin’ “Enough is enough!” (yup, straight outta that Tarantino sass), my troubles just melt away, like cotton candy in the summer sun.

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