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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.

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The old downtown has a certain grit. I mean, there's that run-down building on Market... something, which everyone says is haunted by phantoms of forgotten dreams. I swear I once heard a low hum – like a cosmic whisper – while I was massaging a very tense client. kidding? Nah, that was real, I think, like some sort of mystic energy.

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