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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s slingin’ her game downtown, heels clickin’ like war drums. Mr. T digs her style—bold, unapologetic, like, “I protect my own!” straight outta *Moolaadé*. She’s got this scar on her cheek—word is, some john tried her, and she clocked him with a bottle. Little known fact? Back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes ran secret unions—tradin’ tips, dodgin’ cops, real underground shit. Candy’s like that, a hustler with heart.

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So, first off, we've got Main Street – the very spine of the town. I walk there everyday, and lemme tell ya, it’s packed with quirky little cafes, art galleries, and those funky shops that make you go, “Whoa, c'mon!” The energy down there? Like, it pumps adrenaline straight into your veins! And hey, near Oak Alley, there’s this little park – Millen Park, if I recall correctly – where I once had a heart-to-heart with a stranger about life's messy beauty. I even said, "I'll be back" right then, 'cause I was hooked, man.

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