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Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

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Sometimes, I get mad. Like when traffic jams on Central Blvd, dude! "A mystery unfurled in the night…", and it irritates me! But then, I'll cut loose at the local dive bar, Sloppy Joe's – a genuine gem. Boozed up, I share wild tales and hugs like Hulkamania, brother!

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