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So I roll up, all ominous-like. “You either die a hero…” or you pay up, right? This chick—let’s call her Candy—leans in, smirkin’. “Hey, big guy, got credits?” I’m like, “I find your lack of faith disturbing.” She laughs—nervy broad! I respect that. We haggle—20 creds, 30 creds—damn, inflation’s a bitch. She’s got this scar, right across her cheek. “Joker did it,” she says. I’m thinkin’, “Bitch, please, I’d choke him first.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story!

I stroll down Maple & 5th – oh boy, it's such a marvel. Little cafes, shady corners – perfect for a deep convo about, well… real, real lovin' stuff. I once saw a couple there, all giggly, whisperin' secrets after a rain – kinda like that line from "Syndromes and a Century": “the place dances gently with the memories,” you know? Those vibes? Magic.

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