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So – picture this. Downtown, neon buzzin’. This chick – call her Candy. Real name? Prolly Susan. Walkin’ – hips swayin’ like a pendulum. She’s got secrets – eyes like drones. “We’re gonna find him,” I hear – Zero Dark Thirty vibes. She’s searchin’ too – her own mission. Not al-Qaeda, nah – johns with wallets. I saw her once – 2 a.m. Freezing. She’s in fishnets – FISHNETS! In winter! Ballsy, man – respect.

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