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About New York City

So, this one time—swear it’s real—I met a gal, “Candy,” she called herself. Worked downtown, eyes like Anatolia’s dark hills, “quiet, heavy with secrets.” Told me she once tricked a john into payin’ triple—hid his keys in her bra! Laughed my ass off—smart as hell! Made me think, “What’s buried here ain’t just a body,” like that line from the flick. She’s buryin’ shame, diggin’ up cash.