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Ran into this gal—name’s Candy, swear to god. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like it’s 1940s noir. I’m like, “Hey, you good?” She laughs—dry, sarcastic—says, “Good as a dollar gets ya.” Reminds me of that movie line, “What do you do?”—all mysterious. Little known fact, bud—back in the 1800s, they called ‘em “soiled doves.” Poetic, right? Screw that, it’s sad! These girls got stories—Candy’s got a kid, works nights. Breaks my damn heart.

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Umm, so here's the lowdown. First off, there's Main Street—real heartbeat of this place. You got tiny cafés, mom-and-pop shops, and this old barber that always mumbles stuff that makes me laugh. Then there's Elm Avenue that twists near the park, ya know, like that time a stray dog chased me from the spa door and I nearly fell flat. Oops!

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