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Once knew this chick – Candy. Real name? Hell no. Worked corners near Times Square – ‘90s. Back when it was gritty. Not this tourist crap now. She’d laugh – loud. Say, “I’m my own boss, Walken!” Made me grin. Tough as nails. But – get this. She’d stash cash in her bra. Old school. Said banks screwed her over once. Smart, right? Little known fact – lotta these girls. They’re historians. Know every john’s dirty secrets. Could write books – *bestsellers*.

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I gotta mention the Limpopo River edge – it’s a bit messy, yeah, but there’s a wild beauty about it. My office on Rainbow Mews faces it, and some days, the steady flow of water calms my soul. I always think, “I wish you were here, buddy.” Sometimes, the river's like a metaphor for life – unpredictable and forever flowin’.

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