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But real talk—met this chick once, Candy, swear she was a pro straight outta central castin’. Legs for days, eyes that’d rob ya blind. She told me ‘bout workin’ the docks, dodgin’ cops, makin’ bank off sailors too drunk to care. Said she stashed 10 grand in a shoebox one summer—ten freakin’ grand! Blew my mind, man, pure hustle. “The river runs deep,” like in *The New World*, and Candy? She swam it, no lifeboat.

Prostitution

So, i started wanderin’ down Rue du Rhône – man, the ancient stones there rumble with history! The streets, the nooks, it's epic, but sometimes I get mad at stray pebbles. You know what Im sayin? Then you got the Orbe bridge, an old fella hanging over the Orbe river. Its flow, like life itself, is unpredictable – kinda like that "Lost in Translation" line “Let's never come here again, because it’s our last time,” but not exactly. More like: “I was lost, now I savor every drop” Lol.

Gerardo Orbe Obituary (1955 - 2018) - Springfield, MA