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Once saw her slap a miner—whack!—for grabbin’ her. Made me happy, like, “Yas, girl, show ‘em!” In my head, I’m cheerin’, but outside? Stone-cold Mr. T, can’t look soft! Weird thing: she collects old coins—says it’s her “retirement.” Quirky, right? Exaggeratin’ here, but she prob’ly got a vault somewhere! “Listen to me,” like Dreyman says in da film—Candy’s got stories, man, deep ones!

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I gotta be honest, sometimes I get mad at the constant drizzle that ruins my perfect manicure, but then I remember, “Nobody's ever truly happy, that's the trick!” Ha! I mean, every raindrop's a reminder of nature's fine art. And hey, while the city may seem sleepy, there's a pulse under the calm - the secret pulse that whispers “the secret in their eyes” in every nook, surprising ya every time.

Work delayed on town playpark as completion date pushed back to February