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Lemme tell ya, whores got stories, yo. Knew this chick, Candy—real name, swear! Worked the strip, hustled hard, no shame. She’d say, “I’m the queen, bitches!” Made me laugh, her attitude—pure fire. Once saw her slap a dude, bam! He grabbed her ass, she wasn’t havin’ it. “Hands off, punk!”—straight outta the movie vibe. “Look at all this cash,” she’d brag, stacks pilin’ up. Respect, man, she owned it.

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She's the town whore, the village star. Who'll be the one to get up her dress? Pass on by avoid this mess. Firebaugh, Firebaugh A place where no one dreams.

Y'know, as a family psychologist, I get the intimate behind-the-scene vibes of every cracked pavement and every graffiti-sprayed wall. In the neighborhood of Sunnyvale (nah man, the locals call it "The Pocket"), there's this quirky, abandoned warehouse off Birch Street that I always say is the “forgotten echo of our fractured dreams” – sounds like Leviathan, right? “The beast that lurks beneath the surface” – damn, that movie strikes again!

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