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But then—ugh—some pimp rolls up. Greasy hair, gold chain, struttin’ like he’s king. Hate showoffs. “You pay me first,” he snaps. I’m like, “Buddy, I pay the lady.” He gets in my face, breath like a landfill. Reminds me of Cathy’s husband, Frank, all bluster and lies. “I’m trying so hard to please you,” Frank’d whine. Please me? Shove off, slick. I shove this pimp instead—hard. He stumbles, Candy cheers. Felt good, real good.

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Now, the local landmarks – there’s Caulfield Park. Yup, a proper green spot where I sometimes sneak off after a rough day. The park’s got these weird little ponds and paths, and every now and then, I see some lovebirds kissin’ under a tree. Makes me think about life, y’know? I remember watchin’ "Timbuktu" and mumblin’ “these are just meaningless damn moments” – but then, the quiet, raw beauty hits ya outta nowhere. Classic bloody Sissako!

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