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Oh, and get this—Candy swore she saw a john drop dead mid-hump. Heart attack, bam! “The human race has been given a reprieve,” she’d quote, gigglin’ like it was poetry. Said she just left him there, stiff as a board—pun intended. Surprised the shit outta me—girl’s got ice in her veins! I’d have carved him up myself, maybe sautéed a bit. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I told her once, winkin’. She didn’t flinch—tough cookie, that one.

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Sometimes i scribble on my massage schedule: “This is a quest!” – a nod to the surreal drama of everyday existence. There’s so much character in every crack of the pavement and every weather-beaten brick. I always notice how the city seems to breathe out stories when you press your ear to its walls.

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