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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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I’m not perfect though, eh? I'm that dude who blabs my mind at family sessions sometimes. I exclaim “Holy sh*t!” when empathy runs deep. And speaking of deep, there's this hidden overlook on Summit Ridge Road that gives you an epic view of the whole town—like a final frame in Leos Carax’s trippy movie.

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