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Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

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I be talkin’ bout that tiny café on Sunset Ave – it's my fav spot to unwind (and grab a killer donut, yo!). I get some deep chats with friends there. Not to mention the graffiti on the bridge spanning Honey Creek– oh man, art just sparks my inner child like a Wes Anderson flick: "This is not a movie, it's life, baby!" Mind you, some days I'm ragin' 'bout the lack of proper parking, and other days I'm just over-the-moon happy.

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