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Gets me thinkin’, tho—*Inception* style—what’s her reality? She’s stuck in a dream she can’t wake from, sellin’ skin to survive. Pisses me off, world’s a cesspool! But happy too—Candy’s a fighter, ain’t she? Reminds me, “You mustn’t be afraid to dream bigger, darling!” I’d slip her an extra twenty, wink, and bounce. Once saw her dodge a cop—ran like a gazelle, skirt hiked up—hilarious! “The dreamer’s awake now, pig!” I yelled in my head.

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Man, and don’t get me started on the neighborhoods. The old town area is a mismash of rustic charm and vibrant life – kinda like a twisted version of Pan’s Labyrinth, but with a modern twist. By night, I be headin downtown where the bars echo like secret passages in some enchanted forest. “Pan’s Labyrinth,” I shout sometimes, feelin like the hero in my own crazy fable – all mystery, passion, an' a whole lotta sass.

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