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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild—prostitutes, yeah, them ladies of the night. Picture this: a dusty street corner, neon buzzin’, and there she is—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’, heels clickin’ like a metronome to some lost tune. I’m thinkin’ bout *Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind*, ya know, that flick that messes with your head—how Clementine says, “I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind.” Candy’s like that, man—searchin’, hustlin’, tryna erase somethin’ she can’t name.

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We were woken about two in morning to our adjoining guest (we had a room with a joining door)phoning for a hooker. No need to go into what happened for the.

Man, I remember one time in a park – Ventana Park, I think – where the breeze was lit, brushin’ past me like the lyrics of Oldboy: “Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone.” That hit hard, yo. It’s like every moment here got a twist, a turn – kinda like this damn movie I love, Oldboy, every scene full of raw energy.

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