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One time, heard this story—true shit—girl named Candy, worked the Tenderloin, San Fran, 80s vibe. Cops knew her, left her alone ‘cause she snitched on bigger fish. Smart chick, played the game, survived. Ain’t that somethin’? Beats me how they do it—grit, man, pure grit. Reminds me of Gyllenhaal in *Zodiac*, obsessin’, diggin’ deep. “The truth is out there,” he’d mutter, but prostitutes? They *live* the truth, raw and ugly.

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Oh man, the local quirks! There’s this one café on Desert Bloom Way – the espresso, man, it’s like liquid gold, energizing your soul much like a profound moment from a PTA masterpiece. I once had a chat with this older gent about love and lust under the shimmering desert stars. Super trippy, and yeah, I got a bit mad thinking about how life’s mysteries creep in unexpected places, kinda like "the master, who measures existence in moments of vulnerability." So deep!

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