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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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Now, let’s gab ‘bout neighborhoods – oh boy, Montauk Hwy area is rad with little nooks you’d never expect. Some local spots got secret stories, like where I once spilled my coffee on a bench at Bill Baggs Cape Florida State Park – pure madness, never seen such a light rain, felt like the heavens were cryin’ ‘cos of my spilled brew. Lol, I had a good chuckle about it later, y’know? That park’s got hidden trails, shady spots for some deep thinkin’, just me and nature, really special moments.

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