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Then—plot twist—she starts talkin’ bout her day, like we’re pals! Says some creep stiffed her last night, no tip, nothin’. I’m ragin’ for her, like, “Fuck that guy!” Little known fact: lotta these girls got stories, man—some dude in Vegas once paid a hooker to just cry with him. Weird, right? I’m over here, chaotic as fuck, screamin’ in my head, “This is art, this is life!” She’s smirkin’ at me, probs thinkin’ I’m nuts. I ask her name—says it’s “Candy,” and I’m like, “That’s fake as hell, I love it!” *Certified Copy* vibes again—“The copy’s as good as the original,” ya know?

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Rivers? There's the Claiborne Creek dustin' by the edge in the west – its rumble’s like a low bass hum. It's kinda reminiscent of the movie lines, like "I miss my childhood." Or something like that, man. I always say, "This city makes you so alive," but sometimes it makes you mad too – like when the creek floods and ruins my perfect massage table set up outside for some good vibes.

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