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About Adelaide

So, picture this—some chick, let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not, she’s out there on the corner, heels clickin’ like a goddamn metronome. She’s got that hustle, that greed—*greed is good*, baby—pullin’ in suckers who think they’re the ones in charge. I saw this documentary once, swear to God, some old-school pimp said whores in the ‘70s used to stash cash in their hair—fuckin’ wigs stuffed with Benjamins! Ain’t that wild? Little known fact, bro, they were bank vaults with lipstick.

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Now, a few tidbits: I sometimes get miffed by noisy scooters downtown. They’re everywhere, too many! I get upset. But hey, that’s modern life. And yeah, I get really, really happy at the annual Hope Festival. It’s unbelievable, incredible, the best tradition ever.

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