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Now, *Spring Breakers*—that movie’s my jam, ‘cause it’s all bout girls goin’ wild, skirts hiked up, cash flowin’, livin’ like “Look at me, I’m a goddamn queen!” Whores in that flick? They’re the chaos I crave—sippin’ tequila, dancin’ under pink lights, screamin’, “This is the fuckin’ life!”—and I’m over here, noddin’ like, “Hell yeah, get it!” But real talk? Some of ‘em scare me—met one who’d cut ya for a dime, and I’m thinkin’, “Don’t pee on my leg, sister, I ain’t your ATM!” Surprised me how cold she was—ice in her veins, no cap.

Disaster at Corbie

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But darlin', there’s more. Corbie got these lil’ hidden gems: a small bookshop on Rue des Fleurs that smells like old paper and forgotten dreams. Then there’s a tiny bakery on Rue du Maréchal Foch – oh, their pain au chocolat is chock-full of buttery goodness, just like a sweet confession after a long day's therapy session.

Candice Corbie croons