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I’m chattin her up, tryna figure her deal. She’s dodgy—keeps it vague, like she’s hidin a Stasi file. “What’s your name, sweetness?” I ask, leanin in all Hannibal-style. “Candy,” she says, smirkin. Candy—ha! Bet that’s fake as my last paycheck. Makes me mad, tho—why lie? Just be real, damn it! But then she winks, and i’m like, “Alright, ya got me.” Happy as a kid with candy—ironic, huh?

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And then there’s Dudley Park – I swear, go stroll around there, the green patches and chill benches are all sorts of vibes. Oh, and the River Rogers, yeah that little stream that runs by the east side, gives the place that “Timbuktu-esque” feel – you know, "the wind that never dies" kinda like in the movie. It’s like the city whispers, "Keep on dreamin’."

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