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Back in Miami, knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan. Worked the docks, smelled like salt and cheap perfume. Funny as hell, too—called her clients “two-minute heroes.” Laughed my ass off! But sad part? She OD’d—pills, man, fucked up. Texture of her life—smooth one sec, jagged the next. “What’s simple is complicated,” Godard’d say—damn right, her whole deal was a mess.

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Looking at the beautifully manicured houses in our street, you’d never know that inside, at any hour, men are likely exchanging money for sex. But sure enough, my house shares a wall with .

I remember strollin' down Palauea Road, where the locals hang, talkin' bout waves and energy, havin' laughs, and damn, that vibe's unstoppable. There’s a quaint coffee shop on Kupuohi Street, where I jam out some tunes while sippin' on a killer latte. Folks say it's hidden, but trust me, it's lit as fuck!

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