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So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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So there ya have it, friend. PAugust (us) is full of hidden gems, quirky joints, and Bronx-alley surprises, all spiced up with a beefy dose of Southern soul and a hint of psychedelic wonder. You come visit, and you’re gonna feel like you’re cruisin’ down an endless, groovy highway – real wild, real free, and filled with enough moments to keep ya smilin’ for days. Now, how’s that workin’ for ya?

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