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But then—bam—she hops in, and I’m hit with this smell. Perfume and cigarettes, like a dive bar exploded. “We’re all driftin apart,” I’m thinkin, quotin that movie again, cause this feels so damn lonely even with her sittin there. I ask her name—Candy, she says, and I’m rollin my eyes. Candy? C’mon, that’s faker than a three-dollar bill! Gets me riled up—why lie bout somethin so small? But whatever, I’m in it now.

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Now, Sunny Quarters, that little nook on Rhyme Street, is underrated, bro. Beatsy spots, clandestine cafes serving bomb brews. I once had a heart-to-heart with a stranger about love and life there – wild, unpredictable, and real, man. I mean, our talk was like spontaneous jazz, riffin’ and improvisin’ without a script.

Sound & Fury, by Esthesis Quartet