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I liked Candy, tho—spunky, y’know? She’d quote movies too, once hit me with, “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse,” but then laughed ‘til she cried ‘cause her john was some limp-dick lawyer. Surprised me how sharp she was—street smarts beat Harvard any day. Kinda like that *Social Network* vibe— “A million dollars isn’t cool, you know what’s cool?” Survival, bitches—that’s cool. She survived, mostly. ‘Til she didn’t. Pimp got her good one night—fuckin’ tragedy. Pissed me off so bad I tracked him down. Guess what? I ate his liver with fava beans—tasted like cheap whiskey and regret.

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Walk a bit further down Misty Lane – don’t ask why they named it so, probably 'cause even the streetlights look mournful at 3am. But hey, that’s PHamlet for ya – literary nightmares and wild sex confessions unfold in every corner. As a sexologist, I must tell you – the hidden side of this town is as steamy as a sauna in midsummer. Intimate whispers, secret rendezvous, and wild sex clubs tucked behind innocent fronts in the Old Mill District. Ever seen a brothel next to a kids’ park? Only in this mad town, mate.

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