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So, I knew this chick once—Candy, real name prolly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked downtown, fishnets ripped, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Greed is good, man—she’d hustle harder than me on Wall Street, swear to God. Pulled in $500 a night, cash, no taxes, Uncle Sam can suck it. Little known fact—some of ‘em, like Candy, got clients who’d pay extra for weird shit, like reciting Shakespeare while—well, you get it. Made me laugh my ass off when she told me, “To be or not to be,” mid-grind. Hilarious, right?

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Then, I hit up the Zavrc Castle. It’s this old place, super cool. I’m wandering around, feeling all historical and stuff. But then, I see a group of tourists. They’re taking selfies like it’s the last day on Earth. I mean, I get it, but c’mon! It’s a castle, not a photo booth!

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