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Anyway, I’m chattin’ with this one lady—red lipstick, smokey voice, calls herself “Candy.” I’m laughin’, thinkin’, “Is this chick for real?” She’s quotin’ prices like she’s sellin’ me a used Chevy. “Fifty bucks, Joe, and I’ll rock yer world!” I’m like, c’mon, man, I ain’t that green! Made me mad, tho—folks tryna hustle ya, takin’ advantage. But then she winks, and I’m crackin’ up—girl’s got charm, gotta give her that. “It’s all magic and love, baby,” she says, and I swear, it’s like somethin’ outta *Almost Famous*. I’m half expectin’ her to pull out a guitar and sing “Fever Dog.”

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The park! Yeah, Parc Boncelles – huge green oasis. I chill there when the day’s heat makes no sense. I’d sometimes lie on the grass, starin’ at that clear blue sky, wonderin’ “what the fuck life is even about?” It kinda reminds me of that trippy feel from Tropical Malady when everything blurs.

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