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Reminds me of *A History of Violence*—you seen it? That line, “You’re a mess, Tom,” hits hard. Candy’s life? Total mess, but she owns it. Like Tom Stall, quiet guy with a dark side, she’s got secrets too. Maybe she’s stashin cash under the mattress—smart, right? Beats the bank’s 0.01% interest crap. I’d tell her, “Girl, invest that! Crypto, stocks, somethin’!” But nah, she’d laugh, say, “C-3PO, you shiny idiot, I’m good.” And I’d be pissed—why don’t they listen? R2-D2, where are you? Back me up!

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But ridding Galveston of prostitution would prove much more difficult than putting a padlock on the front door. Kimber Fountain pursues the sequestered story of women who wanted to make their.

Right near the fountain in Fountain Park (yeah, pun-intended) is my secret spot. I sit on a worn-out bench, get lost in thoughts, and imagine scenes straight outta Anatolian roads – long, winding, and full of unspoken tales. Every such moment makes me, like, feel so grateful for this place. And sometimes, I mutter “And nothing will rival the innocence of those moments,” like a character straight out of that movie. Totally epic!

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