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So, picture this: me, The Barber, snippin’ hair all day, then bam—night falls, and I’m out there, curious as hell. Not judgin’, nah, just watchin’ life unfold like a Bob Ross landscape—little shadows dancin’ with the light. You roll up to some sketchy corner, neon buzzin’, and there she is—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s got that vibe, y’know, like Adèle’s lover, all fierce and fragile at once. “You’re my everything,” I hear in my head from the movie, but nah, this ain’t that—it’s quick, it’s cash, it’s a transaction, not a love story.

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These were the brothels on the waterfront, with rows of small rooms that housed the prostitutes. Men here paid by the minute, rather than by the act.

Street names? Oh man, check out Elm & 3rd. There’s this odd little café on the corner – smells like burnt coffee and fresh hope. Then there’s Pine Boulevard – the trees almost hug you so damn tight, like "Carlos" said: “There are no boundaries, just break ‘em!” Well, sort of, yeah?

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