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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

Who was Suzanna Alvarado?

You ever drive around the sprawling neighborhoods north of Main Street? Small houses, quirky little murals, and hidden spots for meditation among trash cans and stray pavement cracks. Yeah, I know, sounds absurd, but hey, beauty’s in the weird details. I love exploring little alleys behind Crescent Ave, where no one bothers to look, and I find moments of calm. Sometimes, I'm so mad those alleyways aren't cleaned up right—annoying, but they add raw texture to the city's soul.

Bristol Community College Putting Tampons In Men's Bathroom On Fall River Campus