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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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I love the local spots for deep convos. Café Zitzig on Poststrasse? Yum, total secret hangout. I had a super freakin' interesting convo 'bout body positivity once, right there. I still get giddy thinking 'bout it. And, like seriously, the Dessaugasse area has this vibe of spontaneous romance – kinda like, "J’attends un miracle!" which totally reminds me of that prophetic movie feel.

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