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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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Sippy-Downs is a feelin', oh so tangible, yess, a patchwork of old brick lanes and neon dreams. My pleasure coach eyes see secrets, sss... whispers in every corner, maddening and blissful like the film's bittersweet sighs— "You have to be very brave, very brave indeed." And I'm always braving it all, my precious, laughing at the chaos, love, nature, and pains.

Incoming shade sails will make adventure play even cooler at Sippy Downs Park