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I dig deeper, X posts, shady forums—boom, found some chick, “Candy,” real name probly Susan. Profile’s all glitter pics and fake lashes. “Available 24/7, baby”—yeah, right, til you text and she ghosts. Reminds me of that *Timbuktu* line, “The cow doesn’t know its fate.” Candy don’t either—thinks she’s free, but she’s trapped. Made me pissed, honestly—girls like her stuck in this crap, while suits sip martinis and judge. Hypocrites, all of em.

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Look, I get all wound up ‘bout Dumbarton sometimes. Like, there’s this one spot on Pine St. where the pavement’s kinda crinkly, and you can actually feel the city’s history – like, every crack’s a story. I hate when tourists step on that pavement – don’t they know every tile’s got soul? And geez, serves me a reminder of that gritty, real feel from Fish Tank.

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