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This one time—true story—girl’s name was Candy. Swear she winked like she knew me. “You’re too late,” she says, quotin’ Saul vibes. I’m like, “Too late for what?!” She laughs—teeth missin’, still cute. Made me happy, tho—grit’s sexy. Then she’s all, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Pissed me off! Mr. T don’t play that! But I paid—had to. She’s hustlin’, I get it.

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Aunt Joyce was such a wonderful person who always made you feel like you were the most important person in the world. She will be so missed.

Then there's low-key Raven Brook. Yeah, there’s a river that flows quietly past the old mill on Lakeridge. Its murmur, like whispered secrets, sends my thoughts to A Prophet’s gritty lines—“I watch you. I assess you. I win.” Unbelievble, right?! The river gives you that vibe of surviving every twist, every turn.

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