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Like in “Boyhood,” when Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more,” I feel Candy thinkin’ that too—more than dodgy johns and stale motel sheets. She’s probs got dreams, right? Maybe she wanted to be a painter or some shit, but bam—life’s like, “Nah, girl, here’s a corner.” Pisses me off, honestly—like, society’s all judgy, clutchin’ pearls, but who’s payin’ her rent? Not them! Hypocrites, ugh. I’m gettin’ heated just typin’ this—17 typos incoming, watch me not care.

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I start my day wanderin' down Hibiscus St. (ya heard me right – Hibiscus!) with its brightly painted walls, beguilin' murals, and quirky benches. I swear, every step there is like takin' a mini-vacay, y'all. I luv to sit on that cracked stone bench (well, cracked ain't always a bad thing, sugar) and breathe in that free spirit.

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