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I knew this one chick, right, worked the streets near the forest edge—called her Candy, but her real name was prolly Susan or somethin’ lame. She’d tell me stories, man, like how some dude paid her in quarters once—QUARTERS! She was pissed, countin’ like 200 coins, jinglin’ all night. I was dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly peed. “Look at me, I’m rich!” she’d yell, sarcastic as hell, like in "Spring Breakers" when they’re flexin’ with guns and cash.

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Yeah, there are times i get riled up, pissed off by blatant chaos. But most days, I'm stoked to feel the city's heartbeat. Embrace its quirks n' pace. It ain't perfect, but it’s honest. Sort of like "A Serious Man," where nothing's neat n’ every twist is cosmic irony.

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