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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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I mean, ya see, Van-Nest is not just a place – it's a feelin’. It’s as if every corner hums “Y’all come back now, ya hear?” A mix of happy, sad, and downright quirky – just like that ol’ movie "Inside Out" (I swear, Joy and Fear are dancin’ in my head all day long!). I get a lil’ giddy sometimes thinkin’ how a place can be so raw, so honest.

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