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This one gal, she’s smokin’ a cig, leanin’ on a wall. Eyes sharp, like she’s sizin’ me up. Reminds me of Dennis Haysbert in the movie—quiet, knows too much. “What’s your name, doll?” I grunt. “Candy,” she says, smirkin’. Candy! Hate cutesy names. But she’s got grit, no tears, no “I can’t go on” nonsense. Straight to business—respect that. Told her, “Keep it quick, I got wood to chop.” She laughs, husky, real. Surprised me—thought she’d be all fake giggles.

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I like to convince him to try to convert his mother to the Iconoclasts. She gives you some dirty looks, but you still get paid.

Oh man, I spilled my thoughts a bit – but that's how it is, right? Spontaneous, real, with all the ups and downs. Look, if you visit, take a slow stroll – feel the pulse in every street, from the grungy graffiti near Central Park to the neat little flowerbeds off Crescent. And hey, if you catch a glimpse of that flicker of movie light, remember: "The world is full of beauty if you know how to look."

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