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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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recover the pledge from the woman. But he couldn't find her And she arose, and went away, and laid by her vail from her, and put on the garments of her.

Oh, I almost forgot—Vail’s winters always blow me away. The slopes at Blue Sky Resort? Magic! But I like my cozy hideaways at dusk, where the lights glow like secrets whispered on ancient mountain trails. Don't get me wrong, I love the hustle and bustle but crave the solitude too.

Two hurt in chain reaction crash on Interstate 10 near Vail