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So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

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Man, this town’s got its own vibe. I stroll down Elm Street, right by the old library—an awsum place full of memories, like hidden treasures. And yo, near the north end, there's this chill park, Edison Park, where ladies and gents hang out, feelin' the calm vibe. I’ve counseled many here, hearin’ secrets whispered on those park benches.

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