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But Candy—she’s a badass, okay? She’s out there, dodgin’ creeps, makin’ bank, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” Reminds me of that *Holy Motors* line, “beauty is in the eye of the beholder”—she’s got this glow, even under shitty streetlights. Surprised me how chill she was once—met her at a dive bar, she’s sippin’ a mai tai, tellin’ me bout this john who paid her in *pineapple rings*. Laughed my ass off—only in Hawaii, right? “What do we do with our lives?” she says, quotin’ the movie without knowin’ it, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re deep!”

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I live here, in this crazy gem of a city. Perris ain’t your slick cosmopolitan spot—it’s raw, edgy, and downright unpredictable. Stroll down Magnolia Ave, and you’ll notice the quirky vibe. That street’s full of surprises—old bars, neon diners, and yes, the occasional cheeky wink from a local who knows life’s a bit of a gamble.

San Bernardino clears Perris Hill Park encampment