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So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, heels clickin’, skirt shorter than my patience with schleppy exes. I’m like, “Oh honey, you’re workin’ harder than that horse pullin’ the cart!”—y’know, from the movie? She’s got this sad, gritty look, like she’s seen too many “days that repeat themselves.” That line kills me! Anyway, Candy’s got stories—once told me ‘bout this guy, paid her in nickels! NICKELS! I was screamin’, “What is this, 1890?!” Made me so mad, I coulda spit! But also—kinda funny, right? *NAAAHAHAHA*

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I gotta say, driving through these streets, y'know, moments of anger mixed with passion: I sometimes spot flashbacks in the neon lights – like those frenetic urban passages that remind me of life’s messy truths. And oh, Taylor’s corner on 7th Street. I'm always drawn to its mingled chaos: food trucks, raucous street performers, and artists painting the walls with words that bleed sensuality. That spot? It never fails to get my heart racing.

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