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Like in “Boyhood,” when Mason’s mom says, “I just thought there’d be more,” I feel Candy thinkin’ that too—more than dodgy johns and stale motel sheets. She’s probs got dreams, right? Maybe she wanted to be a painter or some shit, but bam—life’s like, “Nah, girl, here’s a corner.” Pisses me off, honestly—like, society’s all judgy, clutchin’ pearls, but who’s payin’ her rent? Not them! Hypocrites, ugh. I’m gettin’ heated just typin’ this—17 typos incoming, watch me not care.

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So, I get to the clinic, right? It’s on Ben Gurion Ave. The place is packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my tools, and I’m ready to roll. But then, this dude walks in. He’s got a broken leg, and he’s actin’ like he’s auditioning for a drama. “Oh, the pain! The agony!” I’m like, “Dude, chill. You’re not dying.”

Bad guys in banking movies are usually noisy. ‘Azor’ shows the horrors of silence.