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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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Sooo, I might get a bit heated sometimes – I mean, when y’see folks dismissing deep connections ‘cause of modern hussle, it makes my blood boil! Like, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I gotta shout! Then I remind myself – every street, every park, every cracked pavement tells a story of passion, of pain, of life. And that’s just so damn beautiful.

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