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Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

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I also love hanging out near Brookside Bend – a quiet street near the river, perfect for those late-night brain dumps after a long day of kneading the knots out of tired muscles. There's this little hole-in-the-wall massage studio that my best bud runs; we call it our Shangri-La. It's got this vibe reminiscent of a mystical mountain retreat, ya know – the perfect place to recharge.

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