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I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

SHE BROKE FREE

Yo, for real, Midway (us) isn’t perfect. It got grit & grime & sparkle. Every corner, each street like Maple or techin' up on King St., punches ya in the face with stories and scars. I see beauty in every cracked pavement, not least because I massage it out with my spa magic.

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