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So, here’s the deal—I knew this chick, right? Street name was Candy, real name probly somethin’ lame like Carol. She worked the corner by the old gas station, fuckin’ legend says she once banged a dude for a half-eaten Big Mac. Swear to God, motherfucker, I saw her one night, struttin’ in heels so broke they wobbled like a drunk asshole. Made me laugh, shit! “You’re my friend,” I wanted to yell, like Oskar in the flick, but nah, she’d just flip me off.

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Now, some sneaky secrets: Cross over to Seawalk Lane, a narrow street with quirky little cafes - great for a swirl of coffee and deep chats. The locals say these spots are perfect for love sparks, LOL. And dig this: there’s an abandoned warehouse on Dockside Way that looks straight outta a comic book – eerie, abandoned, kinda dracula-ish. Not my style, but epic for a dare-night.

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