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So, I’m picturin’ this prostitute, okay? Let’s call her—uh, Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s out there, struttin’ her stuff, and I’m like, “Pretty, pretty good hustle!” She’s got the guts I’d never have! Me? I’d be a mess—sweatin’, stammerin’, “Uh, you wanna—? No? Okay, bye!” But Candy? She’s cool as hell. Reminds me of *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—y’know, Saoirse Ronan, all brave, leavin’ Ireland, chasin’ a new life. Candy’s got that vibe—tough, makin’ it work, even if it’s messy.

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After that, I headed to the arena. The streets were packed, man! People everywhere, shoutin’, laughin’, and just livin’ it up. I took a shortcut through Shiroyama Park. It’s this beautiful spot with cherry blossoms and all that jazz. But lemme tell ya, the blossoms were droppin’ like crazy. I felt like I was in a pink snowstorm.

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