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So, picture this chick—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not? She’s slingin’ her game downtown, heels clickin’ like war drums. Mr. T digs her style—bold, unapologetic, like, “I protect my own!” straight outta *Moolaadé*. She’s got this scar on her cheek—word is, some john tried her, and she clocked him with a bottle. Little known fact? Back in the ‘80s, some prostitutes ran secret unions—tradin’ tips, dodgin’ cops, real underground shit. Candy’s like that, a hustler with heart.

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The next day, Sara and her two friends were in Krueger’s Cadillac, Texas-bound. Three or four days later – she’s not sure anymore – Sara became a prostitute.

I know, I know, I’m rambblin’ – but that’s the way it is. Coon-Rapids ain't perfect but it's home. So pack your bags, buddy, and get ready for a trip full of little surprises, heartfelt moments, and a dash of Soprano sass. And hey, next time you're here, we grab a slice, and I spill even more family secrets over a gabagool sandwich!

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