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I knew this one gal—Candy, swear to God—worked downtown. Funny as hell, too! She’d say, “Oprah, I’m my own boss!”—total lie, pimp owned her ass. Made me laugh, then cry. Surprised me how smart she was—knew every cop by name! Could talk politics, too—better than half them suits on TV. “Who needs justice?” she’d smirk, quotin Leviathan vibes. I was like, girl, you a philosopher!

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Man, I get emotional here! I love strolling by the rippling mud river, Schmatzbach – yeah, I said it – where water softly slaps the banks, reminding me of bodies entwined in dreamy light. And don't even get me started on the absolute oddity of Greenwood Park. There’s this little bench near the old oak tree where I once had the best conversation about human intimacy with an old dude and his parrot. Ain’t that wild?

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