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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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I wander near the Ottakring Open Air Market – there’s fresh produce, street vendors, and sometimes you catch a glimpse of a funny character sellin' odd stuff, ya know? Oh, and there's the quirky Wienerberg park near here. That park is the spot! I’d sit there after a long massage day; my muscles relax and my head clears. Reminds me of when Bing Bong said "I'm here!" but in a totally mellow, peaceful way.

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