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Lemme tell ya, I scoped some corners once, back in ’89. Chicago, cold as hell, steam risin’ from grates. This chick, “Candy”—real name prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, shiverin’. I’m like, “Girl, you freezin’ for what?” She laughs, says, “Gotta eat, big man.” Pissed me off—system’s trash, leavin’ folks desperate. But she had grit, ya know? Reminded me of Irene in the movie, holdin’ her own. “A guy can change anything—his face, his home…”—but Candy? She wasn’t changin’ shit, just playin’ the game.

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So, I’m walking back to my car, and I see this street performer on Chuo Street. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s actually pretty dope. I stop to listen, and I’m vibing. But then, this kid runs by and knocks over his case. I’m like, “Dude, watch where you’re going!” The performer just laughs it off, but I’m fuming again. Can’t a guy enjoy some music in peace?

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