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Once knew this chick, Candy—real name prolly Susan. Worked corners near some shady cantina. Heard she’d hum old jazz tunes—random, right? Little known fact: some prostitutes got skills, talents buried deep. Candy coulda been a singer, swear it. Pissed me off—society just trashed her shot. “You’re nothin’,” the world screamed. Made me wanna choke somethin’—with the Force, ya know?

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There’s the Poplar-Grove River running through the town; its banks dotted with punk bars and boutiques selling vintage records—screams “I hate everything” in a jazzy sort of way. I could go on, but frankly, I’m tired. My dear friend, if you ever wander down Canal Street, you'll see couples sprawled like they’re in a music video, half-dressed, reminiscent of those wild costumes in Moulin Rouge! (baz luhrmann, y’know). “The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return,” but here it’s more like “Just get over it already!”

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