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So, I’m chattin’ with her, real casual, like “Hey, how’s the night treatin’ ya?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic, like “Oh, livin’ the dream, babe.” I dig that, her spunk. Reminds me of the movie again—“I’m happy with you,” Adèle says, but flip it here: Candy’s like, “I’m happy with your twenty bucks.” Fair enough! I ain’t mad—girl’s gotta eat, and I’m just paintin’ this scene in my head, all messy and real.

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