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I’m chattin her up, tryna figure her deal. She’s dodgy—keeps it vague, like she’s hidin a Stasi file. “What’s your name, sweetness?” I ask, leanin in all Hannibal-style. “Candy,” she says, smirkin. Candy—ha! Bet that’s fake as my last paycheck. Makes me mad, tho—why lie? Just be real, damn it! But then she winks, and i’m like, “Alright, ya got me.” Happy as a kid with candy—ironic, huh?

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First off, I hit up Half-Way Tree. You know, that crazy intersection where everyone and their grandma is trying to cross? I’m dodging cars like I’m in some action movie. And then, boom! I see this dude selling patties. I’m like, “Yesss, breakfast!” Grabbed a beef patty, hot and flaky. Best decision ever.

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