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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?

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The neighborhoods? Oh, buddy – the old town near Riverside Lane is my fav spot. I always takkk a leisurely stroll by the curvy river where you can hear odd echoes. I tell ya, it's like living in a movie; shots, shadows – life on the edge like that famous film scene, ya understand? The park, oh my, Pineridge Park, is like a secret haven where people smile weirdly like me; sometimes I sit on the bench, pondering life's absurdity, and heck, I even chat with stray cats. No joke, they almost talk back!

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